And then everything changed

Today began dull and blank, but it grew better over time, the way days sometimes do. I was able to do more in my pottery class than I expected. Inasmuch as today was the next-to-last class of the semester, and next week is the pot luck lunch and “clean-up” day, I thought I wouldn’t be able to do much. But, because I’ll take pottery again in the summer, I was able to work some more with wet clay; I won’t be able to fire it until the summer session begins, but at least I got to play!

Then, after I got home, we went to the Community Fair, an opportunity for the clubs, non-profits, churches, and the like to staff tables and tell visitors all about themselves. The Village Writers’ Club, of which I am a member, had a nice booth front-and-center. We wandered about and talked about why we might want to join an organization dedicated to lawn bowling, another geared toward hiking in and around Hot Springs (4-6 mile and 8-12-mile hikes; yes!), or why we might want to support the Animal Welfare League or the Habitat for Humanity’s Re-Store operation, and so on. Camera club. Quilting club. Lots of stuff.

But that little respite was just a way to distract me from my afternoon appointment. The completion of my “root planing” appointment with the dental hygienist.  Two hours worth of corrective action to try to save me from myself; I don’t get my teeth cleaned often enough and I don’t do a sufficient job of it myself, I gather.  At least all four quadrants of the teeth in my mouth have now been “planed” deep under the gum line.

After slinking home from the dentist, I decided to return to my pottery class because, courtesy of geezer memory (or lack thereof), I left today’s wet-clay endeavor (the grey mask below, the first photo) drying in front of a fan in the studio. I texted my instructor, asking her to do me the kindness of turning off the fan and moving my mask to a drying rack, but because I didn’t get a response, I figured I should go back to see if the mask has shriveled into dust.  I went back to discover the fan was off, but the mask had not been moved to a drying rack.  So, I took advantage of the fact I was there to do a little cosmetic surgery on the beast.  I’m glad I returned to campus.

Today’s whirlwind of activity has inspired me to write something that’s utterly unrelated to all of this; that’s how my mind works.  I have decided to write a series of short stories linked by a quirky theme, a theme I’ve yet to nail down.  Believe me, though, it will be quirky in the extreme.  As in, “if you are easily offended, do not read this.” I’ll tell you when it’s available. 😉

Now, as for the photos, from the top, left to right:

Mask I started today; masks I created this semester (top) and last semester (bottom); a close-up of a few bowls (and a plate) I threw; the entire output of this semester; and another view of today’s mask.

One of my short stories, or perhaps a poem, will explain the masks; who they are, from whence they came, and where they hope to go.

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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2 Responses to And then everything changed

  1. Joyce, you crack me up! And you lie alot! 😉 You are a beautiful person, unlike my masks!

  2. Joyce laurie says:

    Some of those masks remind me of what I see in the mirror some mornings

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