I was sitting at a traffic light (I do that a lot) in Hickory when I looked down and noticed my mileage. Interesting number.
In the evening I went to Clayworks (something else I do a lot) and after Julie's class left, Justin showed up to trim his large bowl. He didn't like the way it came out and thought about making a hat. We both agreed that it was quite fetching.
I threw some pots from recycled clay and it was such a short batch (it had no plasticity and tore easily) that I had to rib it on the inside and outside to make it stand up. I was originally going for a more "organic" shape, but was forced to make more traditional forms because of the double ribbing. I guess potters in the old days must have had short clay which caused them to make the forms that we consider traditional. Oh well, I got it to work with a lot of patience.