Exercises in Futility…

…or why I love pottery

Coffee mugs. Image by author.

I started doing pottery about eight years ago. I’d have started sooner, but life got in the way. Then, one day, as I passed the the pottery studio in town for thousandth time (give or take), I thought, “Damn it, it’s time to sign up for pottery lessons.”

Now, pottery isn’t for everyone. Yes, it is immensely satisfying. It satisfies on so many levels. My first night of…