Ghost

This morning I started my ceramics class at the Montclair Art Museum.  The class was supposed to be for beginners only and was supposed to cover all methods of working with clay.  However, this is not the reality of the class.  There are people in the class who have taken this before and the class will be about throwing pots on a potters wheel.  The person who was supposed to teach the class left the school and the person who is teaching the class (the head of the ceramics department) decided to teach a strictly pottery wheel class.  Amazingly this is the class I wanted to take in the first place but it wasn't given when I could go.  So I am thrilled.  

 

The instructor, Dave I think, looks like he is a fugitive from a motorcycle gang -- if I didn't know him and saw him coming I'd be inclined to cross the street.  Long gray hair pulled back into a pony tail and a graying beard.  But he turned out to be so nice and helpful.  Even told me to come in next Monday so I don't miss a lesson due to my being away next week because of the cake class.  The Monday class fits into my schedule if I only go to Weight Watchers for a weigh-in.  So I am planning to take advantage of the offer.

 

Throwing a pot on the potters wheel is very very messy!  Like playing with mud.  Think Demi Moore in Ghost.  I loved it.  I made two pots today with the help of the instructor -- but sincerely doubt I can do this by myself without the help.  And even with the help, my two pots turned out to be bowls even though I wanted to make a bowl and a cup.  Hopefully, I'll eventually get the hang of using the wheel.  The pots still have to be glazed and fired -- but I enjoyed myself.

 

Met up with Michele for lunch at the Ritz Diner.  Needed to get the tickets for Sunday's Papermill show from her.  This way Jess and I can go on our own and see Marc and Michele once we get there.  Lunch also gave us a chance to talk a bit which we haven't done for a while.  Must be quite a while already because she didn't remember seeing my haircut.

 

After I got home I went grocery shopping and made the casserole for the pot-luck dinner meetup I am going to this Saturday.  I am trying out a lot of group meetups - some Jewish, some mixed.  I am finding that I like some more than others and will continue doing things with groups that I enjoy and eventually drop out of those groups I don't care about.  Not sure that I am ready for one-on-one dating yet so I holding off signing up for J-date or Match.com.  Wish I knew what I want -- but at this point I am still addled and confused and if truth be known, a part of me still thinks this is not real.  I know it is real, but a part of me just doesn't believe it.  Guess I am living with the ghost of a marriage.