Man, did I make any sense yesterday? Word Salad. Lots of thoughts rolling through my head and not enough time/patience to organize them properly (or AT ALL). Not to mention that old saying about when you have written something (story, essay, blahg entry, thesis, software dev functional specification, whatever), go back and delete half of it. And then, go back and delete half of it again. Yest? Not. Diarrhea of the keyboard. Sorry. Or not

Anyway, whenever I am entranced by pottery at an art fair or wherever, I remember a couple things. 1) I AM NOT COLLECTING ANYTHING! and 2) My daughter makes this stuff so I don’t need to buy it. A couple of my faves are some of her earlier mugs. I like them so much that I managed to chip one irretrievably by swinging around the chitchen, trying to put it into Bertie for a bath. Sigh.

One of her more recent prodjects is this set of handle-less North Country Trail mugs. Note the tree bark color and blue NCT stripe. I can’t get a straight answer about who is the end recipient for these. She has given mugs to some of our NCT buddies but these seem to be hanging around the Landfill so maybe(?) they are for us? There is good old Gitchee Gumee behind them. Our main section of trail runs from the Straits of Mackinac to Lake Superior. And to the left of Gitchee Gumee, there is a woven trivet that MerriCarol made. (She and her son knew The Commander ) I love how the Blue in all of these items matches my teal blue subway tile.

So, we are about to head downtown to The Earle for a birthday dinner of porterization. This is Diane’s day and it happens to be the same day as The Commander’s, who would be 97 today if she were still alive. (It is also Richard Nixon’s birthday.).

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