(groans) What is this early morning hell? How much tea can I get into me before I start to teach? I didn’t even finish posting things for class yesterday. Why? Because I tried to spend a chunk of my weekend NOT being a teacher. Mis. Take. Well, not. But sheesh, this job. Last week. Deep breaths. I think I can get through the next two weeks. I’m gonna hafta.
Friday night, the Man had a show at the Music Box. Before that, I had made it home and was slumped on the couch, trying to decide what dinner might look like. Glad to say the boychild is a good cook, because he fed me…
Also luckily, the singer in the band, his wife had a table and let me sit at it, which is good, because I was exhausted. And they were the openers, so they only played for an hour. Much nicer than the four-hour show that’s coming up this Saturday.
Saturday morning, I crazily got up kind of early and took an online class from Nicholas Ball, who was in Wales…
At some point, he said, OK hold up your fish, and I had been diligently taking notes, NOT sewing. So I only did two and one has its fins in totally the wrong place (oops) and some people made like ten and I feel like a fish loser, but I will survive. Then I drove to Oceanside to drop off my piece for this show…
I’ll be at the opening on March 30. Hoping it’ll be a cool show.
Came back and persuaded the Man to go for a short birthday hike…
Three miles. But it was beautiful out. Spring has sprung.
And I love being able to make it outside like this.
Then boychild had the suggestion of San Diego Restaurant Week for dinner, so we picked a restaurant and navigated shitty parking…
That was in the bathroom. The food was good, different, which was nice. I drew a little, but the food came out too fast to finish.
Then we came back and I trimmed fabric pieces.
Sunday was full of all the normal get-ready-for-school-week things, but we ended the day going out to dinner with my parents…
And then I finished trimming everything.
On to the next step. I also shipped a quilt off to this show, opening March 24.
The Man is delivering another today for a local show. I have that announcement somewhere too. Sigh. I’m discombobulated. And buried. Two weeks until Spring Break…
I will have to speak to people unfortunately. Need to get the house fixed. And this will be the next two weeks…
Maybe not die…just internally die. I have books to read, though, and art to make. I should commit to making a fabric fish a night, and then I’d have 10. Except I can’t commit to that this week…3 out of the 5 worknights are going to be late and doubled up. Whoops. Oh well. No plans. Just wish teachers luck today. You know how tired YOU are? Imagine a bunch of 13-year-olds. Yup. It’s gonna be crap.
Kathy Nida 