Saturday, February 15, 2014
Way Too Much is Just Right, Chapter a Million
I started slip-trailing and I couldn't stop.
This is my last wetwork week for a little while, and I am making the most of it. Next week I need to begin preparing to fire, a process that includes an additional task in the deep dark winter: I need to shovel out the kiln. This most recent snow - maybe 10 inches in Augusta - was very wet and heavy, and has now frozen into a solid mass. Maybe I should get my burnz-O-matic involved, to cut the snow into movable chunks.
Though I haven't been out to the kiln in a while, I see someone else has....
"The fog comes on little cat feet..." writes Carl Sandberg. You know what else does? Little cats!