I went to the hand doctor today. I can’t believe it’s been more than two months since they rebuilt my thumb joint. I am progressing nicely and should be back to throwing pots by February. Which is good because I pretty much sold all of the pottery I brought to Handmade for the Holidays, and a nice amount of the jewelry too.
So I haven’t been doing too much making lately. I am hoping that will change soon.
I leave you with a story.
I walked into the living room where my husband was watching a movie called Troy the Odyssey. I noticed the cheap vinyl piping on the actors’ costumes that was supposed to pass for Greek warrior gear. I commented that it must not be a very good movie.
My husband replied that the movie was so tragically bad that it could only have been written by Sophocles.
“Sophocles?” I asked, Didn’t he write plays? ”
“He wrote Oedipus,” my husband responded.
“And Antigone,” I added, remembering my Greek tragedies.
“He did write Antigone,” my husband informed me. And the great tragedy there was that she never wrote back.”
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