Sunday..the foggy day

I'm always in a fog on Sundays. I just want to go slow, hang out and enjoy the peace of the day. Its 1pm and soon I need to get out to my porch and work, which will be good since I'm feeling relaxed. Yesterday I sketched and worked through an idea. Today I'll keep going on that track. Its another flower vase with a ( I believe its called a prong or maybe its a frog) inside it. At any rate I'll keep you updated if it is something worthy of showing.
I had some sad news delivered to me via email today. A potter that I knew in Raleigh died this weekend after having her cancer come back. Her name was Leanora Coleman and she owned a business called Claymakers that was a very nice place to take workshops. I knew Leanora back when she was just making pots and we use to carry her work at Cedar Creek. She was kind of a character but I always enjoyed talking to her and I liked her pots. I was always in awe of female potters before I even knew I end up being one. I knew what it took to fire and build a kiln and thought how hard it must be for a women to do all that her self! I had just spoken with Leanora back in December and thought she looked really good. I guess you just never know. Life is precious....my thoughts are with her and her family and friends. Its always kind of kick in the gut when you get news like that.
Later today Joey and I plan on working more on the chimney to the kiln.
I have a new song by The Moldy Peaches from the movie Juno that keeps resonating in my head today. Check it out - its a sweet tune with great lyrics.
You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
I will find my nitch in your car
With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Du du du du du du duduDu du du du du du duduDu du du du du du dudu

There is more, but you get the picture. Have a good Sunday.Jen