Huge boxes filled with art are headed out in the care of Fed X. My babies!!!! It's always worrisome to send them out. I agonize over the details of the packing. Even after all these years of it, sometimes I'll unpack a box and do it over completely. I imagine angry gorillas jumping on the boxes before tossing them down mountains of jagged rock, until they land on a highway where trucks clip the corners, sending them skidding into the path of a bus and careening onto the soggy banks of a river, where beavers begin to knaw at the corners.
And I pack accordingly.
My wrist is teaching me what my limits are. No-no's are rewarded with teeth-clenching zingers of pain. A new brace that immobilizes my rebelious thumb should take care of some of it.
Things I've discovered that are "NO"
opening any sort of jar or twist cap
turning a door knob
picking up a child
doing nearly anything in the studio
writing anything with a pen or pencil
giving Ben the finger
doing anything at the speed to which I'm accustomed
Then, this is a trivial thing. Really. I've been working on an outline for my GOH lecture for Balticon.
It's mostly just like this blog, with the same kinds of topics and pictures too. Just live, with gestures and sounds and well, me. So of course there will be silliness. But it's difficult to be silly sometimes, when I watch the news and think of things outside this tiny world I've created for myself. I'm crushed to pointlessness by what I see and hear.
But I go on doing what I do. Because that's what I do.
Back to it then. This week will go by very quickly.