When people have had the same job for 40 years, a job away from home, someone tells them it's time to quit, maybe throws a retirement do, at least says, in some way or other, "Go home and don't come back."
If you've been heading out to some version of a shed in the backyard for 40 years, and you still have a shed in the backyard, it's harder to decide when to quit. I'll start thinking it only make sense to just stop. Not stop thinking, stop potting. Almost out of clay, glaze barrels are low, gardening under way for the season. All kinds of good reasons and then Brenda drops by and is relieved that she can replace the coffee mug she dropped a while ago and coffee just hasn't been the same without it. Mary dropped by with her son and daughter-in-law and her mother, Diane, visiting from Calgary. It was a lovely visit as is so often (most often) the case. Diane takes away a gorgeous, if I do say so, set of simplicity bowls and my heart sings to see her hug them as they all walk back through the garden. And so it goes. Earla picks up her dinner plates, has a cup of coffee and I make plans to go get more clay and make glazes. Ya gotta love it.
