After four hours and surprisingly little whining we are back home. I was even gone long enough to have that eerie feeling when I pulled into the driveway where the house seemed a little strange. Although a large part of this reaction was because Spring has sprung at the Shuker abode even though I wasn't here to watch. The hostas poked through, the day lilies quadrupled in size and most strikingly, the cherry tree is in full blossom.
A welcome surprise because the day after a holiday tends to need a little pick-me-up. Easter baskets have lost their appeal with nothing left but a few black jelly beans and dried out peeps. The herd of cousins has been disbanded and the quiet that remains is an audible reminder of the missing playmates. No sooner were we out of the car than the questions started about when we were going back.
And the kids are not the only ones who feel the loss of companionship. Conversation around the kitchen table once the younger generation are in bed is such a treasure of sleepover holidays. The hokey pokey, if you will, of family gatherings and I miss it already. No doubt that is why we stayed up until 3am into Easter morning. Who wants that magic to end?
But, back to the routine: dinner, bath time, story time, bed time; for the kids, at least. This anxious potter has trimming and glazing to do. I haven't had the guts to lift the plastic on the vases I made the evening before I left. They need to be trimmed and if too much air got to them, they will be ruined. Once I deal with that matter (which will take no time at all if evaporation has had its way with my developing pots) it is on to glazing. If I am to get three firings done before the 11th, I must commence immediately. Playtime is over, my friends; time to get my game on.
I like to throw things.