then he met hanna, she showed him the wheel and lured in him. i think it was the mystery of the lump of clay turning into a cup right before his eyes. he mashed and squished, made the wheel go fast and slow, he was in charge, this was his creation…all his. the rhythm of the wheel helped to take away the fixation of the wet clay on his hands. on the way home he referred to himself as an artist.
thank you, hanna.
it’s spring break, a time to collect myself, clean the house and have friends for dinner.
jenna wanted a “fun” dinner, according to her fondue nicely fits that category.
the homemade french bread turned out yummy, i’ll follow the recipe for the cheese fondue more closely next time, bananas+chocolate fondue+sprinkles=yummy dessert.
after dinner there was a rousing game of jr. monopoly, followed by a bedtime story of Homer and the donut machine.
time well spent that doesn’t happen nearly often enough. something to work on.