Saturday, February 22
Feb. 23rd, 2025 01:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
My Sweetie letting me sleep.
Not being in a huge hurry to go anywhere, but after doing chores and such, we decided to go to the pottery studio.
My friend D is back from her vacation, and she texted to say she would stop in at the studio too.
We got there in reasonable time, and it was really nice to have free time (on Monday, I have to be done by about 6 pm at the latest because of the evening class) with no "deadline" just to work.
D did come, and it was nice to see her and catch up on how her vacation went.
It's also good that my Sweetie finally got to be in the studio. It's a rare occasion when he goes, and sometimes I wonder why he insists on being a member of the studio.
There was another person there we know a bit, and it was nice to see her too.
At one point, we were hoping to find a box of a certain kind of clay, and couldn't find it in the studio. This other person suggested looking in the glaze room, a place we don't normally go into. It's not "off limits" or anything, but it is kind of, sort of this self appointed ruler of the pottery studio's domain.
OMG was it ever a mess! Just a garbage dump of what looks like pottery pieces that the creators maybe left behind (why not get rid of them after a certain point?) and yes, the expected jars of glaze ingredients, but also a giant heap of bags and boxes and pails of clay that I guess got dried out or something and were maybe supposed to be reclaimed at some point? It was a dirty, disorganized, jumble in there.
This was pretty shocking to me, because this same self appointed ruler of the pottery studio is an absolute stickler for cleanliness and order in the main room of the studio. EVERYTHING has to be perfect every time we clean up, nothing left out of place, everything HAS a place, all traces of clay must be clean, even the sink has to shine, all of our own tools have to be clean, our personal shelf has to be tidy, there are rules upon rules about cleaning and organization.
It feels incredibly hypocritical that this other room that is more or less HER space, and HER responsibility for the most part, is an absolute trash heap.
Anyhow. We finished up, did our best to clean up after ourselves, and headed home.
We made supper and watched another "Librarian" movie, which is goofy and entertaining.
My Sweetie letting me sleep.
Not being in a huge hurry to go anywhere, but after doing chores and such, we decided to go to the pottery studio.
My friend D is back from her vacation, and she texted to say she would stop in at the studio too.
We got there in reasonable time, and it was really nice to have free time (on Monday, I have to be done by about 6 pm at the latest because of the evening class) with no "deadline" just to work.
D did come, and it was nice to see her and catch up on how her vacation went.
It's also good that my Sweetie finally got to be in the studio. It's a rare occasion when he goes, and sometimes I wonder why he insists on being a member of the studio.
There was another person there we know a bit, and it was nice to see her too.
At one point, we were hoping to find a box of a certain kind of clay, and couldn't find it in the studio. This other person suggested looking in the glaze room, a place we don't normally go into. It's not "off limits" or anything, but it is kind of, sort of this self appointed ruler of the pottery studio's domain.
OMG was it ever a mess! Just a garbage dump of what looks like pottery pieces that the creators maybe left behind (why not get rid of them after a certain point?) and yes, the expected jars of glaze ingredients, but also a giant heap of bags and boxes and pails of clay that I guess got dried out or something and were maybe supposed to be reclaimed at some point? It was a dirty, disorganized, jumble in there.
This was pretty shocking to me, because this same self appointed ruler of the pottery studio is an absolute stickler for cleanliness and order in the main room of the studio. EVERYTHING has to be perfect every time we clean up, nothing left out of place, everything HAS a place, all traces of clay must be clean, even the sink has to shine, all of our own tools have to be clean, our personal shelf has to be tidy, there are rules upon rules about cleaning and organization.
It feels incredibly hypocritical that this other room that is more or less HER space, and HER responsibility for the most part, is an absolute trash heap.
Anyhow. We finished up, did our best to clean up after ourselves, and headed home.
We made supper and watched another "Librarian" movie, which is goofy and entertaining.
