Five new pieces (and remember, feedback is always appreciated).
…if you are a friend of mine, in any form, I’d really appreciate if you would actually read this – it’s actually pretty important to that relationship; if not, no worries, It is somewhat long.
Feeling a bit down again. and I have figured out why. I feel like I’m straying a bit form parts of my core – the things that I self-define as that make up a significant chunk of my identity. In short, I have not been doing any art, and my local circumstances and internal excuses for not doing art are distressing me rather a lot. The house, including my workspace, is a huge, untidy mess, and that mess is almost 100% my doing. I have many, many excuses for it, some of which even hold water for more than a few seconds, but none of them useful – because I really, really need to get this stuff dealt with so that I can get working again. This sort of thing also leads to me feeling a bit off in my social interactions (whether anyone else notices this or not, I feel this way – and if any of you have noticed anything amiss, and need to talk about anything, please do contact me directly). I have many other excuses as well, but they all boil down to, in one form or another, “waaah, I don’ wanna do X right now” and then procrastinating (which seems pretty lame for the adult I claim to be). The various forms of “X” are pretty widespread, so I feel that I’m spinning my wheels in lots of areas, and quite likely disappointing people; I’m certainly not happy with myself right now.
So, going to work on that, basically starting now – seems as good a time as any.
These, especially the big one on my right arm, hurt. A lot. Which is only to be expected, considering the complexity and placement. Gotta click through…
Quite a lot of unhappy stuff has happened just recently, nationally – stuff that I’ve been reluctant to comment on for various reasons – but I have reactions to them that I’d like to get out there. Continue reading
Twenty years ago on May 20th, I married my best friend. I’m happy to say that she’s still my best friend, and the best person I have ever known. And I love her more than I ever have. We’re even still married!
So, Patrice, here’s to another twenty-plus years together – I love you!
… and I’m in a bit of a writing mood.
Stuff and Things have been happening. Most of it good, some of it irritating or plain not fun.
In no particular order:
The convention I helped run back in March? – I went pretty well, actually. I’ve signed on again for next year, on the programming staff, again. We’ve not gotten any confirmation on our guests for next year, unfortunately.
My art show came down on January 6; I did sell one piece (I need to poke the owner to collect it – it’s been a while).
My Mum is getting worse. She had to sign an agreement to moderate her behavior in the assisted living facility that she lives in to avoid getting evicted. She’s been verbally abusive to, well, everyone (picking fights, too), and her short-term memory is effectively non-existent; the kicker here is that both the director and assistant director of the facility think she’s faking it. I can’t see it – if she is, she has both me & my oldest brother (who’s doing all the legwork as he lives nearby her) completely fooled. Plans are in effect to get her some more help and to find a new place for her, as we think it’s just a matter of time before she goes off the rails again and gets booted out. This stuff is pretty hard for me, especially as I’m not near enough to help – and my brother has his own moderate to severe medical issues to deal with, not to mention his bio mom and stepfather’s aging and such. Feh.
I am also dealing with a severe case of artist’s block. I can seem to get anything down in ink that I’m happy with, at all. Still working on that, but hopefully I’ll be able to break through it sooner, rather than later.
Work is going well; there are interesting things happening – the company that’s owned us for seven years just sold us… …to one of our biggest competitors. The shake out of that ought to be interesting. I’m still enjoying working there, and I got my raise at the beginning of the month ; not a huge amount, but every bit helps, as we have a rather unfortunate and large tax debt this year; the good thing is it’ll be paid off around next January.
My health is getting better. I’m still working out, and as of the coming week, I’ll be going to the gym three times a week, rather than two. I’ve lost a bunch of weight while putting on some significant muscle, and my health numbers (BP, sugars, etc) are looking very good. I’m going to try very hard to get to more contra dances this year as well.
My wonderful wife is fully employed – no longer an independent consultant (and thus avoiding having the tax problem from last year repeat itself), but a FTE for her company. She is still traveling for work, but next week will be her last in Georgia, and then she’ll be starting Sunday-Thursday at a hospital in Ohio.
My other sweeties are all doing pretty well; some of my friends are not, and I’m trying to help when and as I can (though in many cases, there’s not much I can do, other than be a cheerleader).
Basically, life is pretty good.
If, by some chance, I have offended you/pissed you off/made you uncomfortable at some point, it would be best to actually tell me so, in a timely fashion. I am not perfect, I make mistakes, but I sure as hell do not want to hear about them a year later, sans details, from a third party. It tends to piss me off rather a lot, and I’m far less likely to listen to the complaint.
I’ve been seeing a disturbing thing lately. In many of the #BlackLivesMatter posts I’ve seen around the net, there has been a lot of answering responses that “all lives matter”. Mostly, so far as I can tell, these responses are from white people. And while all lives do matter, it is completely beside the damn point. If your skin isn’t dark, they you are really not at risk from police brutality in the U.S. – and you are never going to know what it feels like to be in that situation. By all means participate, but keep in mind, this discussion isn’t about you, so please stop trying to make it about you.