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Quick update on last night's pottery class: I never got near the wheel, because last night was a... *drumroll* glazing class. We got to sit down, pick up our brushes, and paint the pieces we'd made in previous weeks. Those who finished quickly got to work at another table or on the wheels on new pieces, but because one of my pieces required some fairly delicate detail work, I didn't have time to do much else than paint my incense holder, incense bowl, and serving platter.
Before the class, something interesting happened. I arrived at the rec center about an hour early, so I went into a little park right next to it, picked a bench in front of a little grove of trees, and sat down to sip a vanilla bean latte and start reading The Da Vinci Code. I'd been reading for about 20 minutes when the sound of rustling behind me made me look back, where I saw a little grey squirrel bopping around under the low tree cover digging up stuff from various places in the leaf litter and nibbling on it (cached food, I imagine). I watched it for a few minutes, feeling that somehow this little creature's presence was a message -- perhaps that my worries about the class were a result of taking things too seriously, and that, like the squirrel, I should be lighter and a little more spontaneous. Feeling better about the class to come, I returned to my book...
Only to be distracted a few minutes later by even louder rustling noises. Turning around again, I saw that the squirrel had bounced over to a thick pile of moss and was -- surprisingly -- playing in it. Leaping around, jumping straight up into the air, rolling over and over, grabbing low twigs and nibbling on them... I'd never seen a squirrel play, didn't even imagine that they did such a thing. It was very cute and quite amusing.
After the squirrel had finished and sine-waved off to somewhere else, I crouched down under the low branches and took a little bit of the moss. I'm sure I'll find some kind of ritual/magical use for it.
Note to self: Next Wednesday, bring some nuts to put under the trees for the squirrel.
Before the class, something interesting happened. I arrived at the rec center about an hour early, so I went into a little park right next to it, picked a bench in front of a little grove of trees, and sat down to sip a vanilla bean latte and start reading The Da Vinci Code. I'd been reading for about 20 minutes when the sound of rustling behind me made me look back, where I saw a little grey squirrel bopping around under the low tree cover digging up stuff from various places in the leaf litter and nibbling on it (cached food, I imagine). I watched it for a few minutes, feeling that somehow this little creature's presence was a message -- perhaps that my worries about the class were a result of taking things too seriously, and that, like the squirrel, I should be lighter and a little more spontaneous. Feeling better about the class to come, I returned to my book...
Only to be distracted a few minutes later by even louder rustling noises. Turning around again, I saw that the squirrel had bounced over to a thick pile of moss and was -- surprisingly -- playing in it. Leaping around, jumping straight up into the air, rolling over and over, grabbing low twigs and nibbling on them... I'd never seen a squirrel play, didn't even imagine that they did such a thing. It was very cute and quite amusing.
After the squirrel had finished and sine-waved off to somewhere else, I crouched down under the low branches and took a little bit of the moss. I'm sure I'll find some kind of ritual/magical use for it.
Note to self: Next Wednesday, bring some nuts to put under the trees for the squirrel.
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*blinks*
God, that's a great descriptive line. Do you mind if I use it in a fic sometime?
... bring some nuts to put under the trees for the squirrel.
Peanuts. Raw, unshelled. They love 'em, and so do the jays.
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And that rustling you heard wasn't really a squirrel. That was the sound of exclamation points screaming in agony from being crammed into the text of The Da Vinci Code. ;)