The work of being a full-time potter is physically taxing on any day. Every so often, I get to have a day like this, when one ton of clay gets delivered onto my driveway.
Right after taking this photo, I moved all of this clay, one 50 lb box at a time, down a flight of stairs into my basement studio. At least it wasn't up a flight a stairs. My arms and legs feel like jelly. Tomorrow there will be pain.
Mea Rhee (mee-uh ree),
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