Breakfast: Eggs, bacon
Lunch: Green pepper, cottage cheese
Dinner: Leftover beef, horseradish in mayonnaise, green tea ice cream, glass of wine
I managed to choke down breakfast, but I am not using the bacon up before it goes bad. I cooked it anyway, but it tasted just wrong enough to get tossed. Lunch was supposed to be light and quick so that I could dash out between loads of laundry to fetch some things I needed for work tomorrow.
That did not work out because as I was beginning to brush my teeth, Lili came strolling by and yelled for me to open my door and when I did, she jumped up on the bed and yelled at me some more, so I laid down to pet her and the next thing I knew, it was after 4:30 and I just, barely, made it to the bakery to buy cookies for my second anniversary at work. That is my main volunteer job and it is important enough to me to mark the occasion somehow. I should have made something, but if I cannot cook every meal, then there certainly is not any energy to make something extra. So, I bought them from a wonderful bakery and I am happy, the recipients will be happy and we all will be thrilled that I did not attempt to make something and end up giving everyone tummy distress. It is always a good day when no one is upset with you over food poisoning, you know?
By the time I ran my errands, I was starved, but I did not buy any groceries that could be eaten on the way home, and did not drive-through anywhere. I came home and prepared my lunch for tomorrow and then sliced some of the beef and dunked it into the horseradish/mayo. There was a wee bit of ice cream left in the freezer, so I made sure that it did not go to waste. smiley: tongue
Today was not enough calories, which I know even though I am not counting them. The ice cream helped, but it is not exactly the kind of nutrition or calories that I would prefer to eat. I should be fine over the weekend, when I am away from home, because I bought a jar of ground-peanuts-only peanut butter, and some really healthy crackers that are probably icky, but will be fine with the peanut butter. I also have water to take along, apples and a small carton of yogurt. If I am careful and proactive about the food we will be served, I should be fine. If not, then it is no greater a fail than the ones I have been having lately.
I did my stuff-for-work shopping at Walmart and whilst I was looking for some cute trim to tart up my new flip flops, a woman asked me how to make maroon colored paint. What she wanted to do was not possible, mostly because it involves a great deal of text to be painted on T-shirts for her son's graduation on Saturday. We discussed lots of options, stamping, using fabric paints in the bottles with the thin/pointy tops, even throwing herself on the mercy of a place that does graphics and printing, and I finally asked if she had access to a computer, an ink jet printer and the Internet.
She has a friend who might be able to help her, so I suggested she talk to her friend and find out if she had the time to help her create a nice design that could be printed on those iron-on transfer sheets that you can use in your computer printer. I am going to do a few designs and then have her come to where I work tomorrow and I will e-mail them to her friend, who can then print them and someone can iron them onto the shirts.
I checked with work, and my schedule is full of clients, but I can squeeze her in at the end of the day, before knitting club. Frankly, I wish that I had run into her last week; there would have been plenty of time to do all of this, but I am out of town on Thursday, part of Friday and the entire weekend.
I do not know why, but I am asked for help in stores all the time. Even in the market where I am pushing a cart and noodling around looking at things. I must just look like an employee wherever I go. I do not shop in many different places, so usually know where most things are and I am happy to help. When I cannot, I do know where to direct someone.
Which reminds me of a funny encounter sometime during the holiday period last year. I was shopping at a fabric and craft store and a woman asked me to help her find some specialized sewing notions. Clearly, she did not see the cart, my cart between us or notice that it contained my crap as well as my really big, like humongous, purse. Nor did she notice that I was not wearing the uniform shirt that employees wear and that I was, instead, wearing my coat and scarf.
When I told that I was sorry, that I was not familiar with the brand of the items, and that I was not an employee there, but that she could find help by going over three aisles and asking the person who runs that department, she was incensed enough to point her finger and tell me that she was a very busy person, but she was going to make sure to stop and tell the manager that he should hire better people than me.
I really wanted to follow her and observe her scolding the manager about me, but I was afraid to upset her more, so I just re-joined my shopping friend and told her about it. She agreed, that they really should have better employees than me. smiley: laugh
I arrived home too late to do more laundry, so it will have to wait until next Tuesday, which is the only day that I can use the equipment. Long story, sad story, although I do come out looking quite good, but that would still be another story, yes?
I watched, well, mostly listened (although that was not helpful in that the dialogue was mostly in Portuguese...I think), to a film about Vik Muniz. Very inspiring and making me want to get back to my own found-objects work. I demurred with that gallery owner recently, although I know that I can renew that conversation any time I like. I was even thinking about doing a series of divestment works where I would incorporate some of the stuff that needs to go, but for which I am too attached. Hmmmm, I wonder how you attach a loom to a canvas? Or, maybe I could just tart up the loom and let it speak for itself.
Whatever work I decide to do, if I decide anything, it will be what it is supposed to be. Painting, sculpting and combining are hard work, but there are those crystalline moments when it seems as though I am channeling something. So lovely to feel that, being caught up in the energy of the work, carried along, manifesting the crap out of every internally held/captured emotion.
I sometimes think that being fucked over by that gallery guy back in February is not, might not be the whole reason why I am not working in the studio. Maybe I am wary of releasing the bad stuff in my life because I know that even more bad stuff will happen around here to take it's place. This sounds supremely stupid, but it feels like when I am packed full of sadness, pain and worry, fear and all the rest, that there is no more room for more of the same and that the new stuff will sort of roll off of me because there is not any place to put any more of it. Like I said, stupid, simply does not work like that.
Today's GP is more optimistic. It deserves a real and true name, but it is only Smile 1. Maybe that is because I am hopeful for more. Maybe. You know?
And, because Lili was in here today, there is also a sketch of her.