Shoe, Meet Other Foot

As the workday wore down I started keeping an eye out for Dave. I watched, and ket working, and watched some more (and worked some more). Finally at 6:30 when I was starting to get worried I remembered that he had a work movie night tonight to see Bladerunner. And I got a taste of what it's like to be home alone in the evening (alone as in in the same house with a teenager who hides in her room all night with only a brief foray out to make herself rice and beans for dinner) while the spouse is out having fun (taking a class, seeing a movie, you know: fun). It was lonely, but I got a lot done--I can see the top of my desk again and all the mail for the past month has been opened and dealt with (though sometimes dealt with meant putting in a pile to do tomorrow or Thursday). I also got all the clean laundry put in baskets and moved to the bedroom to fold or hang up (also tomorrow). I even took the child out for lunch today because I thought she forgot her sandwich and didn't have any food. Turns out she made herself tortellini and put it in her cute little Bento box, but I took her to McDonald's anyway.

I love Tuesday. It's one of the days when I have absolutely nothing scheduled but checking things off my list. Tomorrow is my last double-duty Wednesday (piano and ceramics all before noon-thirty), and starting next week I go to piano on Wednesday and ceramics on Thursday. But Tuesday is safely past the mound of tasks dumped onto Monday after a weekend of businesses being closed, and it's typically a day when I get a lot done. While I really only accomplished household manager stuff today I did take time to fantasize about setting up an enameling area in the jewelry studio. Maybe I'll actually have time to do that Thursday. Then I can finish the pieces I have left undone form the Arrowmont workshop.

I love Wednesday too because it's a designated creative day. I haven't practiced piano in three weeks, but I know I'll be back on track after my lesson tomorrow. Ceramics has been difficult this quarter as I throw a lot of pieces each week, but I'm lucky if even one turns out. Tomorrow I might not even throw. I have a mug and a bowl to glaze and might just stick to that. Though I really haven't been having luck with the glazes either. Last week I got back two bowls I threw last spring and glazed a couple of weeks ago, and they were... beige. Actually more cream than beige. Just... meh. I was very disappointed. I have some underglazes that fire to cone 5 that I could use at home. Maybe I could use a couple of them and then cover them with a clear glaze. The bowl is a beautiful little piece that I made as a rice bowl for Jessie last spring. I am planning to give it to her for her birthday next week so I do not want to mess it up!

The spouse should be home any minute now, time for me to curl up with a book and a glass of Viognier to wait for him.