Before I left though, I fired off the salt kiln on Thursday night...and flew away Friday. I just got back this morning and unloaded the kiln on my way home. The Bay Area is pretty big.. I had to leave my car near a train station and take the public trans all the way to the airport. It's good to get out..see new things... Traveling is so fun..and can become a serious addiction which one would never want a cure.
Long story short.. The kiln was super good. Three times a charm, as the saying goes. I almost made out like a bandit..as that other saying goes. Mostly good this time, only a few bad ones. Is that a saying too? Huh..those are some strange sentences. Lots of sayings. Anyways..that's my car with pots. There are pots in that box..and more pots hidden and balanced everywhere else. As I drove the dishes to their firing.. I met a particularly angry man on one of the freeway interchanges who thought I was taking the corner too slow.... We had fun shortly after flipping eachother the bird and laughing hysterically. I did laugh while it happened...and it looked like he was laughing too. so strange.. people huh? Not one pot was harmed during the making of that trip.
Ohhhhh how I love moving pots this way. All you potters with kilns at your studio better thank your lucky stars, sweat and tears to have it so close. It really is a life changer...