Once again we gathered around the old little kiln. Tired and spent, it offered its best and its worst. A quick crossing of the fingers, anticipation rising, UP went the kiln lid. Some would say it's magical, others might say it's electrical. I say it simply.
out loud: in my head:
ooooOoooooh YES! Love it
oh???????? not what I envisioned
OH! runny glaze---jar stuck to shelf
oh, oh, oh! that's a keeper
oh.......x#!* lid stuck to jar--doorstop
oh? oh. maybe I will look at it later
oh? oh...oh! stuck lid came off jar after it tapped against a stick wielding potter
ohhhhhhhhhhhhh coffee break!