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Oh, wow!  Clyde Edgerton is coming to FRANK (a local art gallery) next week!  He's doing a show with John Rosenthal.

I am SO THERE.  With my battered copy of The Floatplane Notebooks

This really is a place where dreams come true.  I think of the people I've met over the years since I've been here, people I never in my wildest imagination thought I would have the gift of meeting.  And now I get an email from Sudie saying "Do you want to come early and help set up?  That way you'll get the good seats for the talk and first crack at the crudites.".

My life is weird.

There's going to be some unpleasentness this weekend.  Kent's mom has been calling...and calling...and calling.  I guess she forgot I have a job now.  She's been leaving long, rambling messages about Thanksgiving.  I told him he is going to have to tell her that we're not coming.  He has to work and, even if he didn't...we simply can't afford it.

I'm a horrible human being.  As much as I want to see Suzie and Shelby, the idea of NOT spending five days in DE with a cranky, Fox News addict who chain smokes and a woman who pesters me "what do you think your boys are doing today?  Do you think you should call them?  I would call them" and gets anxious that I'm not eating enough and "why are you doing THAT to a turkey?" seems like heaven.  I told Kent I'd come in on Turkey Day and volunteer in the dining room (because I need my heart carved out with a grapefruit spoon).  I may ask for that Friday off so we can have our own Thanksgiving.

I really wish he liked white meat.  A turkey breast makes more sense for two people than the ginormous turkey we end up with.

I played with the new sewing machine last night and It.  Is.  Amazing.  I did a couple of test pieces, and it can handle denim, duck cloth, and lighter fake leather.  I think I'm in love.

Okay....time to suit up.  I get to deal with Manager Tightpants and Goodtime Charlie today.  Which pretty much means I'm the de facto FoH manager.  Yay.

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communitybee
Oct. 1st, 2016 09:51 am (UTC)
Your MIL sounds like my mom. Oh the guilt tripping!!

However, the art gallery sounds like fun!!!
mac_arthur_park
Oct. 2nd, 2016 08:52 pm (UTC)
She makes my mom look like a rank amateur. On top of it, she's bipolar and has memory issues from them messing with/changing her meds over the years.

But none of that matters when she's in my face asking about the boys or trying to push food on me every five minutes (you KNOW how I feel about people commenting on my eating habits). I misplace my compassion *real* quick.

I'm really looking forward to a night at the gallery. And this show is combining paintings, photography, AND writing!

Plus, it's always cool to run into past and present regulars in a non-restaurant context.

Edited at 2016-10-02 08:55 pm (UTC)

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