Eating lunch today something dripped and got on my shirt. It always first frustrates me when that happens and then reminds me of my Gram. She always was getting stuff on her clothes … I used to tell her, “Gram we can’t take you anywhere.” And she would just laugh … It still makes me smile all these years later.
Sometimes the shortest of encounters impact your life more than you can ever imagine.
You know you when meet someone and you get the feeling that you know them from somewhere else? That happened to me this week at the studio - a professor from a local college brought his handbuilding class for a tour on Wednesday and his throwing class on Thursday. I ended up talking to him both times and now can’t shake the feeling that I know him from somewhere. I am pretty certain I’ve never run into him before at the studio. Ugh! I hate when that happens.