Thursday, July 21, 2011
(P. Diddy's boat - photo by The Funkyman)(this picture will make sense in a few paragraphs) yes. i'm still at it. my days and nights are officially in transition. a 3-hour-ish nap and here i am again (or will be in a minute) back at the studio table. my studio is a mess. i watched a few minutes of that show "Hoarders" last night (last night? oy. sometime recently) and gasped as i recognized the clutter. well, it's not that bad, but i've got things everywhere - giant sterlite tubs with festival displays semi-packed, my 6' x 18' worktable covered in a collage piece i abandoned for the time being, my jewelry bench covered in bits of shiny & sparkly as I work to get beautiful necklaces created and sent to their new homes, and my desk a jumble of piles of papers...bills, fundraisers, art opportunities. i mean, i know where everything is, so i'm not a hoarder, right? oy. anyway, that got me all thought up to re-do my studio. which, in a startling moment of clarity, i realized would have to wait until October. or February. i dream of Ty Pennington coming in and designing a perfect studio, with actual organized cubbies or whatnot. problem is - i am too visual. i need to see everything out. oh well, he can work it out. and then we'll have coffee. so yes, in the midst of all this, i spied The August Break and decided to join in the fun. i'm not a huge online joiner, but this is low pressure - just take a picture every day in august. can't be that bad, right? and we are starting august off on a yachting thing, so there should be some good photo ops...the sunrise, breakfast, me losing breakfast, more sun, sails, lunch, me losing lunch...see, my husband's dream has always been to buy a big sailboat and basically live on it all summer. i get seasick just bobbing around. speed boats - not so bad. once anchored and drifting - not so good. i once got seasick in a kayak while i bobbed up & down in one place waiting for him to catch up. it was ugly. i was in shallow water, but the other problem about boats & I is that i don't like to go in the actual water, unless it's a swimming pool. nope. won't do it. fish and all manner of sea creatures slithering around me. shudder. so to spend a day out sailing would require either going below deck and showering to cool off, which is odd, or...going in the water. and once overheated, fuggetaboutit. so i'm doing this yacht/sailing thing for him, in hopes that he will realize how much work it is compared with how old & creaky he is, and get a nice vacation home instead. it's a 50/50 risk. we've spent many weekends going to check on potential boats, and they're all very nice, but they still float and bob. it's the bobbing that gets me...the slow, easy side-to-side. same thing in a helicopter if it starts circling endlessly in one direction looking for a bad guy who's on foot, and suddenly you feel that cold drop of sweat drip down your side, and a bead of moisture on your upper lip tells you it's about to get chaotic in your intestinal track. same thing. and i was transparently honest before we married, and he talked about this life on the water, and i told him i really think he should marry someone else, but no, he didn't. but i was honest. and thought, as all engaged women do, that he would change, or forget. ha. the joke's on me. so we'll see what August brings. why he wants a giant sailboat, who knows? a nice regular boat would be a bit better, so i'm hoping that all the sense i've been talking will sink in. well, maybe "sink" is a bad word choice, but you know what i mean. I'm still waiting for the heat to go away somewhat so diva can go on an actual mini-walk. she doesn't understand that just because it's cool inside does not mean it's cool outside, so shrieks and howls to go sit outside. once out there, she looks amazed and wants to come back in asap. this has been an all day pattern. since 6:30 a.m. oy. okay back to work. stay cool!
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