It’s about an hour and fifteen minutes before Project Runway, and I just got back from All you Can Eat Sushi. What a way to spend my last night home. And on top of that, my son sent us four letters today, newsy, and comforting. The snow began to melt, everything is cleared away thanks to my husband who has a snow blower and is not afraid to use it, and my 17 year old daughter, who ventured out back today and cleared off the decking. I never touched a flake. The gratitude here is overwhelming. The power held, I’m checked in for my flight, so far it is on time, (I’ll believe it when I am actually on the tarmac ready to take off…). I feel like the universe today, at least for me anyway, has righted itself. Tomorrow is another day.
All of my bags are packed, and after tedious reworking of my computerized packing lists for each class, I was able to zero in on the most important things to bring, and get it all into the two suitcases, each under 50 pounds. I don’t know how that happened. I am very lucky that out of the eleven workshops/seminars I’m giving in the next two weeks, many are repeats and none required very weighty materials. Of course I spent more than $250. shipping stuff ahead. That has something to do with it…
So, until I am safely in Southern California and can find some time and an internet connection, enjoy the rest of February, the Olympics, the promise of spring just around the corner, and in the words of my favorite T-Shirt Artist Fred Babb: Go to your Studio and Make Stuff…