Just back from a week off. Eliu, he of the tricksy urinary tract, started peeing normally Saturday evening. By Monday, he was still at it, so I asked my mom to cat-sit and took off for the hills of Amherst Cove after all.
I hiked down to the university with my pack and my knitting and some pots and clothes and books, and boarded the DRL bus out to Clarenville. Got off at the Irving, bought Road Trip Food, and munched on that until my friend Jason showed up to drive me the rest of the way up the peninsula. Had a lovely few days hanging out with him and his friend Cheryl. Got to do such out-of-the-city things as stack wood and admire potato patches and kick around beaches and help with house renos.
Also, I got to make and fire my very first raku pieces. The clay studio I started out in has offered a few raku workshops over the years, but I’ve always been scheduled for a shift at the day job, so I’ve never been able to take them. And I’ve helped Jason fire a few odds and ends of his own work, but that’s really not the same as doing your own stuff. So this was a great treat. I even got to test my theory that my underglazes will be both okay and reasonably true to colour in raku (provided they’ve been bisqued beforehand).
These two came out more or less as expected:
And these two got very little reduction, which gave them lots of greenish bits. But given the vegetal and oceanic business happening there, I think it suits the pieces pretty well.
 Pepperoni sticks. There are no other circumstances under which I will eat pepperoni sticks. They are, in most contexts, perfectly vile things. On the road? They’re excellent.