like a shipwreck. We knocked ones wall out and move another a
few feet to make a damp room. We had generous help in changing
the ramp to a staircase, and in making wedging tables and install-
ing lighting. There was a nice example of serendipity: in the Sun
I found an advertisement for ten wooden lockers for $50, they
were at a hairdresser’s on South Granville. I bought them; each
would hold 5 shelves so they would take the tools etc. of fifty
students. For the other 40, we turned some tall shelves sideways
and looked hard at two 8-ft. high plywood beerbottles we'd inherited.
That was it; we got a power saw and cut them up into locker doors
and painted them orange and yellow - the ghostly legend of beer
still faintly shows.

The kiln was on its way. A frantically urgent job was to fill the
deep pits in the concrete floor. Friends recommended a cement
man: he'd gone fishing. More telephoning, with only 3 days in
which to get the job done, 3 more to let it set. The price was
$165 and the job only indifferently done, but at least the floor
was whole. Our customs broker cleared the kiln; LASME would
bring it to our door but not put it in the building, so I ordered a
forklift and hoped everyone would be on time. They were:
driving down 10th Ave. on the appointed day I spied our kiln and
hood standing up like a juggernaut in a truck parked outside the
coffee-shop. In a few minutes it was at our door. Then the
forklift arrived, scooped up the kiln and crept down the slope to
those providential double doors in the side of the bullding. Over
the sill, and all 2 tons of it were set delicately down. Two men
spent the next hour nudging it on small rollers along the floor.

It came to the bog, the quicksand, the terra infirma - Hilda and I
stopped breathing. Inch by inch it crossed that 10 feet and
reached the safety of its chalk-mark near the wall,

The gas contractor came, installed the heating furnace and hooked
up the kiln. The Provincial gas inspector came (anything over
400,000 BTU comes under Provincial regulations). He asked for
one small alteration: when that was done he came back and put
his stickeron. The plumber came, and the building inspector,
and the fire inspector. We got our business licence. The Work-
men's Compensation Board wanted our money and to know, so
help us, how many blankets and bandages we had. We opened

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