After getting back from the show this weekend, I finished up loading the kiln for a bisque firing tomorrow. Then I had some pots to sort out and disperse into some local galleries before the Toe River Arts studio stroll that is coming up after Thanksgiving. I might get a few more pots made before the wood firing this weekend, we shall see. Nothing much more to report that's exciting, just trying to get grounded from being away.
Random thought aside from pottery: I've been listening to classical piano music all day. Growing up I used to play the piano and have been away from it since high school, now only to play on occasional trips home, where I awkwardly play through books of songs once so easily memorized like the back of my hand. Lately I've been craving to play and I wish that I had a piano. I also wish it would return easily and fluidly like it used to come to me, but I know I have grown rusty after all these years. Sometimes I just want to feel those goose bump moments again while playing music. It is something that soothes me and grounds me to my place in time.