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Came home early today, still sick with the same old stuff. Have been all this week, but today was the first day I made myself hoarse...in fact, it may be the first time in my life that I've ever made myself hoarse. I've never really been sick in a situation where it was absolutely necessary for me to keep talking for the next four hours. Anyway, hopefully tomorrow'll mark the first recovery day.
I took the little group out to play, and was all excited because the two most headstrong enemy-makers were really getting along together, and working hard sweeping off the sand table and stacking up all the toys, very business-like--until the other group of kids returned and I realized that the two had been destroying all the cakes and castles that the other kids had built, as they ran away with their sing-song taunts. Booo, you little buttheads!
My favorite conversation occurred on the line. Agnes and Mindy were talking about the two different kinds of elephants, and then Mindy was going to show the work where the kids can build an elephant puppet. Stalling as she got her supplies together, she asked, "what other animals live in Africa?"
"Giraffes!"
"Zebras!"
"Monkeys!"
"DRAGONS!"
"Oh, I don't think dragons live there, but maybe some big lizards do," said Mindy, gluing.
Charlotte adds, "Yeah, Nathan. DRAGONS don't live in Africa they live in CASTLES."
Interesting happening at the Ardmore show I entered. The little old ladies that put the show together actually mixed up the prices on the pieces I entered--making the large piece I made to be a cornerstone of my solo show only $300, and the small, replaceable piece NFS. So someone was interested in the big piece--which is nice, and I'm not one to be upset that someone wanted it, but I really do need it--and when the gallery told them what the problem was, they called and left me an irritated voice-mail...like I was pretending to sell my stuff and then not letting people have it just to screw with them. So...yuck. I'm putting off returning that call.
Oh! The other exciting thing that happened this week!
An artist's co-op is being born, and I'm part of it. Couple of gals that I really admire (and have since our college days) initiated the thing, and I went to their first official meeting. We came up with a name--Ghost Town Arts Cooperative--which is so appropriate to the location that if I didn't know better, I'd think that we had come up with the name first, and that the place had been built to our specifications. First show starts in November, so there's a frenzy of fund-raising, and tearing up carpet, and sanding old paneling, and painting everything white, and scrubbing mold out of the bathroom, and reinstalling plumbing fixtures, and all that good stuff. It is going to be totally awesome.
(Note, in typing "totally" the first time I typed "tittally." I like it.)
I took the little group out to play, and was all excited because the two most headstrong enemy-makers were really getting along together, and working hard sweeping off the sand table and stacking up all the toys, very business-like--until the other group of kids returned and I realized that the two had been destroying all the cakes and castles that the other kids had built, as they ran away with their sing-song taunts. Booo, you little buttheads!
My favorite conversation occurred on the line. Agnes and Mindy were talking about the two different kinds of elephants, and then Mindy was going to show the work where the kids can build an elephant puppet. Stalling as she got her supplies together, she asked, "what other animals live in Africa?"
"Giraffes!"
"Zebras!"
"Monkeys!"
"DRAGONS!"
"Oh, I don't think dragons live there, but maybe some big lizards do," said Mindy, gluing.
Charlotte adds, "Yeah, Nathan. DRAGONS don't live in Africa they live in CASTLES."
Interesting happening at the Ardmore show I entered. The little old ladies that put the show together actually mixed up the prices on the pieces I entered--making the large piece I made to be a cornerstone of my solo show only $300, and the small, replaceable piece NFS. So someone was interested in the big piece--which is nice, and I'm not one to be upset that someone wanted it, but I really do need it--and when the gallery told them what the problem was, they called and left me an irritated voice-mail...like I was pretending to sell my stuff and then not letting people have it just to screw with them. So...yuck. I'm putting off returning that call.
Oh! The other exciting thing that happened this week!
An artist's co-op is being born, and I'm part of it. Couple of gals that I really admire (and have since our college days) initiated the thing, and I went to their first official meeting. We came up with a name--Ghost Town Arts Cooperative--which is so appropriate to the location that if I didn't know better, I'd think that we had come up with the name first, and that the place had been built to our specifications. First show starts in November, so there's a frenzy of fund-raising, and tearing up carpet, and sanding old paneling, and painting everything white, and scrubbing mold out of the bathroom, and reinstalling plumbing fixtures, and all that good stuff. It is going to be totally awesome.
(Note, in typing "totally" the first time I typed "tittally." I like it.)