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Feb. 23rd, 2026 06:10 amYesterday I got a ride into the studio with Mary and glazed for just over three hours. I also had an online workshop with Shikha Joshi, one of my favourite potters, which I watched 40 minutes of -- it's a two hour workshop and I have access to rewatch for a month.
I got a tremendous amount of fun stuff done to be ready to run a kiln next weekend, when some more studio members have had time to glaze. We also tested specific gravity of the glazes I knew were too thick from the previous glaze-making bee, and fixed them.
A couple times during glazing I got the shakes but was more or less feeling ok by the end of it. This is the point where I always question myself: am I really unwell? I just did much more in a day than I think I can. I've learned to interpret it as my body running on adrenaline, because--
--when I got home I fed the animals and then collapsed into bed. I couldn't keep warm, even with extra wood on the wood stove, and pressed myself hard into the heated blanket and shivered for an hour or two. The heat felt like an IV of blood or water to a thirsty person: like something my body drank up every kilojoule of. My throat swelled up, and my digestive muscles went on strike so I had to prop myself up on pillows because otherwise the food just oozed back up. I slept and listened to Murder on the Orient Express briefly and slept again.
Ok, not all in my head. Still very shaky, waking up in the middle of the night to just have this weird internal experience like I'm being jackhammered but my body doesn't really move is nearly a new one, but. Still unwell, symptoms still kinda amorphous. Rest indicated for the next few days. Sometimes I can head off the worst if I immediately go into dark and quiet and lying down not thinking much.
We got a bunch of snow last night and overnight -- the snowplough went by last night and then just woke me up now, so we must have had more -- and I'll need to snowblow the driveway to get ready for the truck returning.
I actually wanted to come here and describe my current favourite cup I made that came kind of out of nowhere, but my energy is done. I'll do so another time. It's neat how a single object can have so many possible future ideas radiating out of it as its used. Enough to say I'm feeling very interested in the intersection of glaze and clay body/form/colour right now.
I got a tremendous amount of fun stuff done to be ready to run a kiln next weekend, when some more studio members have had time to glaze. We also tested specific gravity of the glazes I knew were too thick from the previous glaze-making bee, and fixed them.
A couple times during glazing I got the shakes but was more or less feeling ok by the end of it. This is the point where I always question myself: am I really unwell? I just did much more in a day than I think I can. I've learned to interpret it as my body running on adrenaline, because--
--when I got home I fed the animals and then collapsed into bed. I couldn't keep warm, even with extra wood on the wood stove, and pressed myself hard into the heated blanket and shivered for an hour or two. The heat felt like an IV of blood or water to a thirsty person: like something my body drank up every kilojoule of. My throat swelled up, and my digestive muscles went on strike so I had to prop myself up on pillows because otherwise the food just oozed back up. I slept and listened to Murder on the Orient Express briefly and slept again.
Ok, not all in my head. Still very shaky, waking up in the middle of the night to just have this weird internal experience like I'm being jackhammered but my body doesn't really move is nearly a new one, but. Still unwell, symptoms still kinda amorphous. Rest indicated for the next few days. Sometimes I can head off the worst if I immediately go into dark and quiet and lying down not thinking much.
We got a bunch of snow last night and overnight -- the snowplough went by last night and then just woke me up now, so we must have had more -- and I'll need to snowblow the driveway to get ready for the truck returning.
I actually wanted to come here and describe my current favourite cup I made that came kind of out of nowhere, but my energy is done. I'll do so another time. It's neat how a single object can have so many possible future ideas radiating out of it as its used. Enough to say I'm feeling very interested in the intersection of glaze and clay body/form/colour right now.
