Big efforts sometimes result in small gifts.
I left the
full-time job early today so that I could really make some serious
progress in the packing up department - not to mention the clay
It may not seem like I accomplished much if
I tell you that I packed up five boxes of pottery, but when those five
boxes contain over 240 pieces that needed to be individually wrapped and
carefully arranged to avoid damage, well, that may put things into
perspective. One of the boxes took two hours to pack. It was like
putting a puzzle together - of the jigsaw variety. But I figure more
time spent at this end will make for less time when I need to retrieve
something later on. Right now, all of the jam jars are packed, along
with all of the creamers, sugar bowls and demitasse sets. The shelves in
the showroom are starting to look a tad empty.
I am planning to
sell at a few craft fairs in the near future if I can get into them. For
that reason some of the pottery, rather than being packed up with the
rest, is being kept aside to be packed into totes.
I have will get packed up next and I'll top it all off with the more
bulky ovenware, teapots and other such items.
On top of all this, I
reprocessed several boxes of clay. At long last, I have hit upon a
relatively efficient way of getting that job done and it's working
pretty well. I think I can get the rest of the clay processed within the
week doing it this way.
And that is where the gift comes in. Many
weeks ago, I lost a finger ring that I particularly treasure. it's
nothing terribly special, but I like it. It has the Lord's Prayer
inscribed on it, but it's written in Tengwar script, making it look like
Sauron's ring of power. Those of you who know me well will sense the
many levels of irony in that, which is why I bought the ring in the
first place. But it disappeared some time ago, possibly abandoning me in
hopes of finding a passing Hobbit. When no such luck befell it, it
chose this evening to return to me. When I'm doing clay work that is
characteristically messy and sloppy (like reprocessing clay), I wear a
cover-all to keep as much mud off of my clothing as possible. Apparently
the last time I wore it, I took the ring off and put it in the pocket.
Then I promptly forgot about it.
Tonight I discovered what I had in my pocketses! The One Ring now resides on my finger where it rightly belongs.
would say that I am now off to read the Silmarillion, but I've
attempted that one three times now without success. I think sleep is the
far better idea. Tomorrow is another busy day. My goal is to get the
rest of the stock packed up and then start on the bisque ware. Oof!
Day 10 down, 21 to go.