Coming Up For Air...
I've just spent another six weeks under waves of over-commitment, overload and medical drama. This weekend, however, there have been small spells of calm seas. Times I could surface for small breaths of air before being sucked under yet again.
Two of the past three days, I have worked the United Pentecostal Church International events at Nationwide Arena. However, my work station was in a spot far removed from all the fire, brimstone, blood and holy thunder. I was posted at the bottom of elevators three and four, leading to the event floor. Except when the flocks were entering and departing the Arena, it was still as tombs in there. I was able to catch up on all my dream journaling undisturbed. I celebrated by having lunch at Benevolence, then buying a 9-count boxof truffles from Pure Imagination Chocolatier.
The odd night out from the Arena, I spent at the CCAD Faculty Exhibition opening. The hors d'oeuvres were a disappointment, except for the chocolate-glazed popcorn. The art was kind of hit or miss. There were a few that amused me (the blond quilt) , a few that confused me (the "00" and "02" abstract sculptures), a few that amazed me (the 20' japanese scroll, the medusa).
Overlapping all categories was the complete set of US Presidential portraits crafted from human hair and packing tape. I can just here Sergio now, "Son puras sillas!"
Off now to dress Hawaiian for Molly's 40th birthday Tiki Party.
I've just spent another six weeks under waves of over-commitment, overload and medical drama. This weekend, however, there have been small spells of calm seas. Times I could surface for small breaths of air before being sucked under yet again.
Two of the past three days, I have worked the United Pentecostal Church International events at Nationwide Arena. However, my work station was in a spot far removed from all the fire, brimstone, blood and holy thunder. I was posted at the bottom of elevators three and four, leading to the event floor. Except when the flocks were entering and departing the Arena, it was still as tombs in there. I was able to catch up on all my dream journaling undisturbed. I celebrated by having lunch at Benevolence, then buying a 9-count boxof truffles from Pure Imagination Chocolatier.
The odd night out from the Arena, I spent at the CCAD Faculty Exhibition opening. The hors d'oeuvres were a disappointment, except for the chocolate-glazed popcorn. The art was kind of hit or miss. There were a few that amused me (the blond quilt) , a few that confused me (the "00" and "02" abstract sculptures), a few that amazed me (the 20' japanese scroll, the medusa).
Overlapping all categories was the complete set of US Presidential portraits crafted from human hair and packing tape. I can just here Sergio now, "Son puras sillas!"
Off now to dress Hawaiian for Molly's 40th birthday Tiki Party.
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