We hired a young man to trim our hedge. He was born in 1996! Good lord. That's the year we came over here, both in our 50s already. Why do these obvious matters always seem so surprising? Mafua, who usually takes down our coconuts, had to go back to Tonga for a while, because his father died, so we hired a yard service to do the job. Mafua has climbing gear and shinnies up the tree with a machete and has the coconuts and the big fronds on the ground in no time. These other people use a cherry picker, which is a little awkward to position for the job but is OK.
Just got off the phone with my doc, who says the measures I'm taking with diet and exercise should keep me from crossing over the line into diabetes. He'll see me again in three months.
Our ceramics class is getting to be a tight group, and the exhibit was a big deal for us and a great morale builder. We are already thinking about next year.
These are some low fire things I made. (Note the trimmed hedge in the back. The young man really whacked it, but that's what you have to do around here to restrain the vegetation.)
This is a small pot, about the size of a mug, side view and top view.
One of my potter friends said, "It has lumps. But they are the kind of lumps I like." That is how criticism works in our group!
These are experiments with color and design. I was careless, and these disks were supposed to be flat, but they warped, because I let them dry too fast and did not weight them as they were drying, so I put them outdoors where they look nice enough.