Which is way better than not good at all.

Way back in 2002 I fell in love with a glass named Raku.  He was awesome, y'all. Colorful and fun, earthy and elegant, flirty and yet somewhat serious.   I didn't even mind that he was reactive, because sometimes a little tiny bit of drama can keep things fresh and exciting.  The only real problem was that he was also extremely moody which soon became expensive, so sadly the relationship had to end.

I ran into him last week when he fell off a shelf in the shiny shack. As I picked him up he glanced around wistfully and asked how my torch was doing.  I broke the news gently that I'd had to put the Hothead down and explained how I'd moved on to bigger and hotter pastures.  He sniffled a little before tentatively asking if we could spend the day together, ya know, just for old times' sake.

Against my better judgment, I acquiesced.   After all, I had already survived the worst of him so maybe he could be on his best behavior for a little while.  And maybe if we spent some time getting to know each other again things would be different.

Winning the lottery

while sitting on the beach

in Costa Rica

right behind the house you own

and eating strawberries

with a spoon made of chocolate?

Pulling these out of the kiln

was better than that.

Or almost as good.

Ok.

Not anywhere near that good.

But still

pretty dang good.