Turn Down The Volume

Yesterday was the final trip to the post office before the holiday, to ship a few last minute Etsy sales. Jeff and I like to give a little gift of pottery to our very nice mail clerk and our rural route driver. They both go above and beyond their USPS job description. We are extra appreciative because when we lived in NH our local postal office left much to be desired. It was so bad that I tried to avoid going there. Instead I went to the next little town, with a post office in a general store, where the post master was very pleasant and helpful.

When I returned from my errands, Jeff had a rather amusing story to tell me. We live across the street from a church, I think almost everyone in the south lives across the street from a church. Yesterday there was a funeral at said church. Two big guys came over from the funeral and into the shop. They stood in the door and told Jeff they came over because they heard music when they were at the church and thought it was coming from the pottery. Jeff said, "No music playing here." One of them said, "Can't you hear that?". To which Jeff replied, "Oh, yeah... sounds like music playing on a phone." The man reached in his pocket for his cell phone and found that an app had turned on and was playing electronic sounding music! They seemed a little embarrassed, asked a couple of questions about the log cabin, and made a hasty retreat.
The lesson of the day is, before heading over to your neighbor's and asking them to turn down their music... check your smart phone.

Wishing you and your's a very merry Christmas.

strange visitors

Yesterday afternoon I busy throwing pots in the studio when I heard the gallery door open. I looked up from my wheel and saw a guy in a suit walk in... then two more suits behind him. My first thought was oh  no, it's a group spreading the word of their religion, how am I going to get rid of them without being rude? THEN I noticed they all had name tags and I thought detectives? Are they here to question us about something??
I said hello but wasn't too quick to get up from my wheel. They finally wandered down to the studio door and one of them asked if they could come in and watch. That is when they told me who they were...

FUNERAL DIRECTORS!

Our studio is across the street from the Whynot Church. They were there for a funeral and where early, so they decided to come across the street. They watched me throw a couple of bowls and asked lots of questions about firing. They joked about one of them having a crematorium, how hot it got and could they fire pots in it?! The crematorium owner said it gets to about 1800 degrees - I told him he could only do low fire work. :o)
They didn't buy anything but it definitely was the most interesting thing that happened on a slow Sunday afternoon.