So, here I sit on a quiet Saturday morning. My house is in shambles due to ankle and foot problems that restricted my activity this week. They still are really painful and the left one is in a brace, but I have got to deal with the mess my kids and I make. When the house gets this bad I think about photos I've seen of serial killer Ed Gein's house and think "Careful...getting there!" Or the meme that says "Her decorating style is one that says "There are signs of a struggle." I will never be a domestic goddess, but hate it when it is this bad. The weather has been super humid so everything feels damp. Even the parrots! Yuck. I am passing time with my coffee, waiting for the pain meds to kick in so I can do more than hop on one foot with a cane. Thank god for medication that can at least make this all more bearable.
Have tickets for a concert tonight that I'd love to see - Chameleons Vox at the Middle East in Cambridge. Not sure if the body can handle it, as seating is very limited there. A shame, really. I've emailed the club about arranging for a seated spot but am not optimistic. By the time I clean up this place, I might not have the energy to go anyway. Time will tell. I hate you, RA.
On a bright note, I am in love with my classes at school, and the optimism that September brings. To be part of kids' lives at this important stage is a true gift. I look forward to the year and making their experiences as meaningful and fun as I can. Art is the best subject to teach! Getting the "vibe" of each class is what happens at this point -- deciding about seating plans and feeling out the personality of each of the fourteen different groups I teach. I am also teaching two after school classes for fun - Art Club and Stitch Group. Inspiration abounds!
The best news of all is that on Wednesday my neighbor will be driving to Maine to bring home the newest addition to our Temple Street family. A baby Maltese! She is not a thoughtless replacement for the dear one who passed away in August -- no dog could ever compete with Chloe's personality. Ever. Lilly, the 9 year old Maltese that loved Chloe so, so much, is suffering visible anxiety and loneliness, though, so the decision was made to bring home a baby. At 4 weeks she weighed 1.5 lbs., so she still will be a tiny little princess upon her arrival here. Baby Mia, welcome to the street who loves you already!!!!!
So, where is the art in this "Make Art" post? I am trying...always trying...and tell myself that after I clean and do laundry and and and there will be time to snatch an hour. Here's to hoping. If I weren't in so much pain I'd be able to do so much. That is the reality and I have to deal with it. In my head there are so many art projects though. That is the sad part. Cheers.