I'd forgotten how many nutjobs are out there in the dating world. Yeesh.
Well, at least there's one less loony in my personal orbit, as I gave Mr. Needy his walking papers. The man sent me 14 text messages in less than 5 days! I counted because I had to delete them all since my inbox was full. I mean, for f*ck's sake, we never even met and he's already pestering me if I don't reply RIGHT AWAY.
Yes, 3 months is definitely going to be my limit, if not sooner.
Actually, I'm discovering that I really need my space. Jeez. (Some would argue that I'm just really not that into these guys, and that's why they all become faintly annoying.) I thought it was supposed to be us middle aged women who try too hard, not the men! (Yes, they are all starting to irritate me.) Granted it could just be that I don't really want to be involved yet, or at least not seriously involved, so any whiff of overeagerness is off-putting. (Plus the thought of anyone seeing my pigsty of an apartment -- far off as that prospect is -- is also off-putting ...to them!)
I used to joke with one of my friends when she was dating that I refused to try to remember her dates' names and occupations until at least the third date, but I suppose that I can't really do that with my OWN dates..drat. Another friend suggested that I draw up a grid with identifying details as a cheatsheet for my phone calls. Tempting. Oh so tempting.
On to more cheerful subjects -- like previously successful pottery.
As I may have mentioned previously, I knew that I had finally improved when my mom would immediately accept any bowls I gave her and go off to find lids, instead of wondering why "I wasted time going to those stupid classes to those dumb bowls."
(My cousin P. and I once marveled at our moms' abilities to always, ALWAYS have a plastic lid which fit their bowls. When I commented on this to mom, she said she and my other "aunties" used to all trade lids! HA! Sort of like a thrifty variation on Tupperware parties, I suppose.)
Anyway, I have finally figured out my future Mother's Day, birthday, and Xmas presents for mom. Eureka! The one above is what I gave her for Mother's Day this year. I particularly like the glazing on the foot (bottom) of the bowl, as it was my first attempt at that.
Even though I was hoping that the tenmoku would turn out like this vase (which I gave to my friend K's parents), I still like the end result of the new bowl.
The conical bowl on the right went off to live with my ex since I had given it to him early on, but I forgot to take a photo of the vase I gave to my youngest niece. Ah well.
And tomorrow (Saturday), I plan on spending my entire afternoon in the studio, reacquainting myself with the wheel, and glazing a few things I didn't have a chance to do before I left for HK.
Well, at least there's one less loony in my personal orbit, as I gave Mr. Needy his walking papers. The man sent me 14 text messages in less than 5 days! I counted because I had to delete them all since my inbox was full. I mean, for f*ck's sake, we never even met and he's already pestering me if I don't reply RIGHT AWAY.
Yes, 3 months is definitely going to be my limit, if not sooner.
Actually, I'm discovering that I really need my space. Jeez. (Some would argue that I'm just really not that into these guys, and that's why they all become faintly annoying.) I thought it was supposed to be us middle aged women who try too hard, not the men! (Yes, they are all starting to irritate me.) Granted it could just be that I don't really want to be involved yet, or at least not seriously involved, so any whiff of overeagerness is off-putting. (Plus the thought of anyone seeing my pigsty of an apartment -- far off as that prospect is -- is also off-putting ...to them!)
I used to joke with one of my friends when she was dating that I refused to try to remember her dates' names and occupations until at least the third date, but I suppose that I can't really do that with my OWN dates..drat. Another friend suggested that I draw up a grid with identifying details as a cheatsheet for my phone calls. Tempting. Oh so tempting.
On to more cheerful subjects -- like previously successful pottery.
As I may have mentioned previously, I knew that I had finally improved when my mom would immediately accept any bowls I gave her and go off to find lids, instead of wondering why "I wasted time going to those stupid classes to those dumb bowls."
(My cousin P. and I once marveled at our moms' abilities to always, ALWAYS have a plastic lid which fit their bowls. When I commented on this to mom, she said she and my other "aunties" used to all trade lids! HA! Sort of like a thrifty variation on Tupperware parties, I suppose.)
Anyway, I have finally figured out my future Mother's Day, birthday, and Xmas presents for mom. Eureka! The one above is what I gave her for Mother's Day this year. I particularly like the glazing on the foot (bottom) of the bowl, as it was my first attempt at that.
Even though I was hoping that the tenmoku would turn out like this vase (which I gave to my friend K's parents), I still like the end result of the new bowl.
The conical bowl on the right went off to live with my ex since I had given it to him early on, but I forgot to take a photo of the vase I gave to my youngest niece. Ah well.
And tomorrow (Saturday), I plan on spending my entire afternoon in the studio, reacquainting myself with the wheel, and glazing a few things I didn't have a chance to do before I left for HK.
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