Well this years fall wet season began quite a bit sooner than the Farmers Almanac predicted…
The up-side is that the gardener in me is happy a few beds got turned and planted while I was digging trenches and grading the new prairie grass meadow.
The down-side is that the potter in me goes into sandbag mode trying to deal with the holes in the roof 3 buckets at a time.
Seems easy enough, fix the roof, but that takes out a bit of the romance here and diminishes the point of working in an outdoor studio.
The point of an outdoor studio is that it’s open only when it’s open and it’s open only when the gods let it do it’s thing…
I’m covering up a lot of the studio this fall while a few things are sorted out.
I am getting the uneasy feeling that big changes are ahead so it’s a good time to reminded myself that sometimes it’s tactically wise to downsize expectations if I want to stay reasonably happy. As it stands, I’ll be more than happy just being able to push through 30 cups every 3 or 4 weeks if I could mortgage off the idea.
I’m still in a cone 10 mode and I’m romancing the “Tile 6 slip”. This week, the “Hundredth Monkey” effect seems to be bleeding though because I’m seeing that I’m part of a much larger crowd playing with this particular recipe.
Sometimes it’s good to be part of the crowd.