So There Goes Summer

As we sit outside on a mostly gloomy morning on our last day of summer break as teachers, we distract ourselves by looking forward but also in reflecting.  I know as I sip coffee and finish breakfast that the "end of summer blues" will fade and do so quickly as I get immersed in the school year.  That's fine.  The school year wears out the strongest and most energetic of teachers.  And many people outside of education will say oh you have two or three months off, I don't feel bad for you.  Then in the next breath they may tell you they could never do it.  That's all fine.  This is what we do.  Our calendar has a cycle with beginnings and ends deeply rooted in what we do as teachers.  And so here we are at the end of the refueling, resting, recharging sequence.
For me I am thinking about a few school things.  I was thinking about new things I can do to manage the classroom and also which projects to roll out over the first few weeks.  Always looking for new things too.  But making pots to sell especially closer to the holidays has already started for me.  I think about that going forward and how I will find the energy to do that after a full day of work at school.
There is another thing that can come to mind.  What will I do next summer?  Where to go next year?  Some place new and some place old and beloved.  Now those thoughts over the next few months are ways to briefly satisfy the nostalgic longing for summer and travel.  Fast-forward to February and we will surely start planning for real.
I know what much of this sounds like.  It sounds like always living for the next moment or next thing, which people do way too much.  I am guilty of it but thankfully, somehow, I am not as guilty of it as I used to be.  Somehow I have naturally become a bit geared towards living in the moment.  Often it is sitting in the yard, like right now, looking over and over again at the plants growing here.  That includes weeds.  Maybe it all comes down to balance, I remind myself.  Slow down and live in the now but also dream about what is to come.
Hopefully, my thoughts are organized enough here for a reader to stomach.  But here is the actual prompt for this post that I stumbled upon while stumbling upon an article-slideshow covering the 25 Best Dog Beaches in America.  I'll share both.




The Garden!

Just returned from the beach and found a bounty to harvest.  The reward has arrived.  And so some pickling was started today.

Last minute Market 2015

I'd like to share a few thoughts on Last Minute Market yesterday.  Thanks to Cleveland handmade shoppers who came out to the new location of the market at The Galleria downtown.  Any worries that vendors had about shopper turnout were squashed within the first hour.  In fact, in my sixth year vending at LMM, it mY have been my busiest first hour.  It was another successful show for Pickled Aliens Pottery.

Thanks to the sellers of  Spell It Out with whom I had someone to chat with during the show!  Another thank you to the guy who asked about the Latin name of my Creature Spoon Rests.  As much as I have documented these mongrols from revealing their personalities, quarks,  favorite dishes, and a family tree, I had not thought about the Latin name that would be  appropriate of their mixed up and mashed up genetics.  This is something I must decipher!

Again thanks Kathy. She organized a great show once more.  Also she discovered that I had not gotten several emails contain show info because like a dummy I provided the handle for my web site instead of my email address.  The difference?  Pickledaliens vs pickledceramics.  Ugh.  So sorry!  Thanks also for the food during the show and overall kindness!


Anon 85

Anon 85
Creature Spoonrests

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Paths in Clay cover

Paths in Clay, a novel

Paths in Clay is a coming-of-age story about Jack, Allan, and Miller; three friends who return to the “palace”, a place where they studied Koh Loh ceramics, an ancient clay tradition passed on from an extinct culture.

When finished with studies, one must depart from the palace and venture out, not returning until they have established a direction or "path" as a clay artist.

Ten years have passed since they left their great Koh Loh Master Potter. Reminiscing about their days as students, Jack, Allan, and Miller embark on their anticipated return to the palace, during a ceremonial kiln firing and celebration - a time when the Master Potter’s former students, their students, friends, and friends of friends all come together to fire their pottery in several wood-fire kilns.

The journey takes them far from their humid tropical region home of the lower peninsula and delivers them to the bitter season of the snowy highlands. When the three men arrive, Jack is face-to-face with his palace-time girlfriend, Kirsten. She informs the three men that their master has grown ill. Amidst a celebration, among old friends, Jack, Allan, and Miller will discover the true nature of their friendships and complete one cycle of their lives and enter the passageway to another. The choices they make will forge ahead a renewed purpose as their roles in clay traditions confirm their paths; passing on Koh Loh clay to the next generations of potters.


family reunion

Ogre

Dermie

William

Grover

Ingrid

Littlehorn

creature wine stoppers