(carton o' ornaments by Gary Rith, before they are strung--need to make more)
Had a call from potsblog friend Denis last night. Denis has been my friend for nearly 25 years, and you would think he knows me by now. Denis wanted flower pots, plain, for his mother. I laughed, I cried, I yelled and I screamed.
'Denis! Maybe she would like pigs on there'
'le cuchon!' (Denis' mother is french)
'OK, Denis, maybe a frog, a cat, a bunny or elephant?'
'Denis, you don't know me very well (actually, Denis knows me VERY well). First, I do not make plain flower pots because they are cheaply produced overseas and sold very cheap here, so mine have to be extra special. Second, as Celeste knows, you don't just order something from me. You hand me money, I give you whatever I feel like making. What you want doesn't figure into the picture'
Denis realized he would get nowhere with me. He asked for a moose (good idea!) and a baby on flower pots. As I sit here thinking about this order, I imagine he may get the moose, but I will surprise him with the babies. Stay tuned on that.
I dreamt for hours last night thatI was a ghost. I helped arrange, and attended my own funeral. I tried to thwart a burglery. Problem was, most people could see me. I had hoped as a ghost I could fade in and out as I wished, but that wasn't the case. People who had known me could see me, others too at times. I could go through walls which was quite cool.
Having attended my own funeral, I feel like I shouldn't have enjoyed myself so much.
When the alarm went off, my first thought naturally, was 'why would a ghost have to get up when the alarm goes off?' I was confused.