The Case of Three Broken Ribs

Or,more accurately, "Three Cases of Broken Ribs". First off was Mr. Meir, victim of an over-enthusiastic bear-hug from one of the local pyromaniacs who surface for the firing.Next up- yours truly,very fortunate to have survived a car-crash around the time of that lunar eclipse last week, while on my way to another shift at the kiln. The beautiful Peugeot is a total mash-up;I got off with a broken sternum [the top bit,appropriately- for a potter- called the mandibulum,or handle] from the seat-belt,and a slight head-cut. Finally- the anagama started to sag alarmingly Sunday afternoon while at 1300 degrees- you can see the whole roof supported by three tea-cups [with not much supporting them],which led to a shorter-than-planned firing. The opening of the kiln revealed a lot of great pieces,maybe just lacking that extra oomph to make them spectacular [but remarkably little damage from falling masonry].Anyway,'spectacular' is not very wabi,not very sabi- the traditional Japanese wood-fire aesthetic being more to do with the incomplete,the natural and the humble.I just happen to like 'spectacular'.