Clay Day
Very busy day today... busy but productive, which is a good thing. Today was my first whole day working on the tiles which is good because I just needed some time to look at what I've gotten done so far and figure out what needs to be done, next. I actually had more work done than I thought I did, so yay! It seemed like I was further behind because I've only been working on little bits here and there and it didn't seem like I had gotten that much done until I saw it all on the tables together. Isaac and my student helper got a ton of tiles glazed today while I did some detail-work. Life is good.
On the way home, I stopped at the Fish Market with Isaac and picked up something for dinner. I've always wanted to stop there because it's such an interesting-looking place:
Photo taken last spring
There wasn't a huge selection, and this lady in front of me bought pretty much everything the guy had, but the salmon looked really good, so I bought it. I coated it with sesame seeds and pan-seared it, and served it on top of coleslaw mixed with Sesame-ginger dressing. I think dinner took all of 10 minutes, and it was delish! The kids ate it, too -- shock and awe! They usually hate fish.
I look lovely. I have clay dust in my hair and all over my clothes, and I just wiped the corner of my eye and wiped a crust of (glaze? clay?) from my face. I can feel all the moisture in my skin just getting sucked right out into the powdery clay particles coating all exposed skin. No wonder they use this stuff in facial products. I'm going to have such a good complexion when this is all over. Ha ha! Well, probably not. I'll be dehydrated and well-preserved.
I just realized that I went to the fish market looking like a crackhead. Oh, well. I paid in cash. They didn't ask questions. Tomorrow I'll remember to take an apron and something to wash my face with. And moisturizer. Lots of moisturizer. I'm so used to getting messy in my classroom and not having to think twice about what I look like because everyone just expects me to come out of there looking like a Jackson Pollock painting. I really must start paying more attention to things like this. I totally fail at being a girl.
Righto. It must be shower time. It's getting itchy.
On the way home, I stopped at the Fish Market with Isaac and picked up something for dinner. I've always wanted to stop there because it's such an interesting-looking place:
Photo taken last spring
There wasn't a huge selection, and this lady in front of me bought pretty much everything the guy had, but the salmon looked really good, so I bought it. I coated it with sesame seeds and pan-seared it, and served it on top of coleslaw mixed with Sesame-ginger dressing. I think dinner took all of 10 minutes, and it was delish! The kids ate it, too -- shock and awe! They usually hate fish.
I look lovely. I have clay dust in my hair and all over my clothes, and I just wiped the corner of my eye and wiped a crust of (glaze? clay?) from my face. I can feel all the moisture in my skin just getting sucked right out into the powdery clay particles coating all exposed skin. No wonder they use this stuff in facial products. I'm going to have such a good complexion when this is all over. Ha ha! Well, probably not. I'll be dehydrated and well-preserved.
I just realized that I went to the fish market looking like a crackhead. Oh, well. I paid in cash. They didn't ask questions. Tomorrow I'll remember to take an apron and something to wash my face with. And moisturizer. Lots of moisturizer. I'm so used to getting messy in my classroom and not having to think twice about what I look like because everyone just expects me to come out of there looking like a Jackson Pollock painting. I really must start paying more attention to things like this. I totally fail at being a girl.
Righto. It must be shower time. It's getting itchy.