So, there is no point trying to hide it any longer, to myself or to everyone else, whom had probably guessed it anyway. I have to come out. Yes, I am fat. I am glad to be fat. I am proud to be fat. I knew there was no point in trying conceal it when I watched the video of me taking the wounded Scaffie to safety. Typhoon coming and it is time for discretion to be the better part of valor. Judge for yourselves.
Anyway, having secured the near time destiny of the Scaffie, I go to celebration at the Kitagama for the exhibition at the university. We did a project on the science behind Okinawan pottery. I used to look at hand made pottery and go, ” That’s nice.” No longer. I now know the skill and knowledge needed to produce this stuff. My heroes are potters.
These amazing pieces they donate to the university.
The other Matsuda sensei is happy because I give him a bottle of Springbank.
People dance
What a great place for a party. Notice earth floor and drying pottery.
Good day but I am fat.
Do I care?
No.
The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond 