If I were you, I’d be wondering.
Okay, I’ve been sick: stuffy/runny nose and some kind of stomach flu thing. I’m hoping to get better in time to enjoy all the smells and foods of the holidays, let me tell you! And, this cuts into my motivation to bake holiday cookies, too. Doh!
I haven't been drawing or painting! Double doh!
Every time I’ve gotten sick since May, to where I’m, you know, passed out on the couch, I’ve noticed that several things happen. Every time.
(1) My landlord calls to tell me he’s miraculously managed to get the next kitchen repair construction guy available, that day! Don’t I appreciate how hard it is to schedule these guys? I can’t possibly understand what an inconvenience it’s been for HIM, trying to schedule and coordinate all these people!
It's a long, long story, this bit with the kitchen.
I think to myself, “Uh, that inconvenient unfinished construction zone? I’ve been living in it, dude.
(2) Something goes wrong with my car that requires leaving it in the shop for the whole day. Or for even longer.
The painter guy was the nicest of the bunch - - apparently the world decided to save the best for last, thankfully. And he was done pretty quick. So when I unpack my stuff back onto the kitchen countertops this time, I'm not going to have that nagging wondering in the back of my head of when I'll need to pack it all back up to prepare for the next construction step. I just hate drywall dust all over my cooking stuff, you can't even imagine.
So, I'm looking forward to that cup of coffee that I’d been hoping to make earlier this morning - my first in about two weeks.
The frustrating part is that I’d scheduled a few hours this morning to sit down at the kitchen table to get into the nitty gritty of WORK that I finally felt perky enough to do since getting sick. I smirk at the irony that in exchange for getting that work done this morning before class, I was also going to get my stuff out to paint tonight. The acrylics and gouache and maybe the tube watercolors - - goodies that have been stashed away, also since about May. Guess it could all still happen, but you know, this is how the whole kitchen thing has been. Tentative starts and jolting stops. Again and again.
I know. In the grand scheme of things, these are all pretty insignificant blips.
Can I say it now?
I think it’s FINALLY done.
Didn’t I say I wasn’t going to get bogged down in complaining? This is the holiday season after all. [Sigh]
Looking forward to being able to:
Have that cuppa coffee
Drive my own car (maybe later tomorrow? One can hope)
Smell, eat, and bake (in what order, I don't care)
Enjoy life without construction interruptions and with a little more comforting peace for myself
Draw and paint a little bit at my kitchen table
and put the postcards of Bellows Beach and all the other good stuff ...
back up on the Fridge Door.
Have you missed me? Ooo, I've missed you.