A lot has happened in the last year, and yet it’s flown by.
I’ve been working a lot on my stained glass at Art Academy of San Diego, and I’ve just completed my fifth project. If I had a garage, that number would be a lot higher and I’d probably be working on something everyday, but the setup is good for now.
I visited a dear sister-friend with another sister-friend in a little place called New York City, Park Slope Brooklyn to be precise. The people in my life who told me that New York would be my happy place were exactly right. The long weekend there was an amazing whirlwind. I’d be there more often if it weren’t for the new fear I have of taking a red-eye flight and waking up landing somewhere other than your ticketed destination. That happened and maybe that’s a story for another day. Or maybe it’s just how air travel is these days.
I moved to a bigger, cheaper, and better apartment. I let out a big sigh of relief when I cut ties with the leasing people at my old place. The new place has better juju, if that’s a real thing. It’s amazing what a change living somewhere where people really take literal and figurative ownership of their homes can make. The act of moving and going through all of my things was so deeply refreshing.
Lucy will be two in September. Yes there will be a party, and yes I will probably end up being *the*
cat golden retriever lady. It’s not a bad end game if you think about it.
“Somewhere between the bottom of the climb and the summit is the answer to the mystery why we climb.” – Greg Child
It’s been an interesting week to say the least. It’s been both incredibly long-winded, and in some respects, a blur. Lots of changes have been made in my life, some against my wishes, some that needed to happen. The trick about it all is to keep moving. I’ve been focused on work, my new art class, and Lucy. It’s hard to fill up all the moments where I’m not sure where exactly to place how I’m feeling, and bring it to somewhere peaceful. I’ve had the support of great friends who have carried more than their weight to help me through this climbing time. Life is really all about climbs that surprise us and motivate us. Sometime soon I’m hoping for that answer to this climb that I didn’t really ask for. The answer might lead to more questions. The climb can sometimes be rewarding- I’m trying to see it that way.
Stained glass class has been going swimmingly (yep, swimmingly, and not sarcastic)- I made a lot of progress last night at my second class. I finished the design that I decided on, practiced more of my glass-cutting skills, searched through the recycled glass boxes at the school, and finished cutting some of the glass pieces for my project. It’s nice to have something like this that helps time pass- the three hour class there feels like it’s ten minutes long, and I’m not bored or stressed for one moment of it. The school that I’m taking it at feels like a home away from home- the students and the professors are kind and supportive. The pup that hangs around the school, Rothko, is also quite the value add. I gave him some nice ear scratches in between rounds of glass-cutting and drawing out my template.
I’m excited for tomorrow- I got invited to take a flight to LA to help with a volunteer organization that helps give plane rides to people who need transportation to and from their medical appointments. Should be a good time and a great way to help some people out.
Keeping my eyes on the horizon,
Found some dorky Boy Scout books that were in great condition and only a couple bucks each at the swap meet with my pops today-
The swap meet as a whole was a “dud” as my dad and I would say- mostly sellers of retail-type items, as opposed to antiques or “garage sale” sellers. We’ll probably wait a few weeks to let things cycle out.
See also this nice mechanical pony. Creepy, but festive. There’s never a shortage of interesting people and things at the swap meet it seems.
Looking forward: I’m signing up for an art class on stained glass work with Academy of Art San Diego. I’m super excited to see how this class turns out. I’ve been wanting to sign up for an art class like this for a while now. Once a week, I’ll now have some dedicated time to be creative, as corny as that sounds.