Pip and I at Doe-Doe Park last Thursday (we named the park after our dog).
It is 5 am. I have been up since 4 am. I have completed my weight lifting routine. I am waiting for the sun to rise so I can bike up Knox Mnt. Am I insane? No, sadly just a victim of clock sabatoge. SOmeone messed with my bedroom alarm clock. It said 6 at 4. I arrived down in Zen Studio to find the clock said 4. I was sure someone had messed with the studio colck and put it ahead 2h and proceeded to do my workout. Afterward, I wondered why it was still so dark at 7 am. I got on my computer to facebook until the sun came up and discovered my time quandry. C’est la vie.
I don’t like biking up Knox in the dark because of dangers. The coyotes are super bold in the dark and will bark at me from beside he road; not to mention the 2 legged creeps that can occasssionally be found in a dark park.
I guess I’ll be pooped later today.
I must get groceries as soon as I drop Pip at preschool. Then I must start right back on my thesis: dig up my research ethics sheet, call my supervisor to set up a meeting.
The big reason I decided to go for my MFA was because I was so desperately tired of putting my art/creative writing on hold. I felt doing my MFA (a visual art thesis) would alow me to embrace my art once again. But the truth was that I had to put my creatuve self on hold even longer. I had to take lame research based classes all year and wouldn’t have time to jump into creating until a whole year at the earliest. So, actually fininshing the MA by the end of this fall will allow me to jump into my painiting/writing much sooner. That’s all I want: to paint and to write and to make money doing it.
So that is what I shall do. As soon as my Thesis is complete, I will jump into being a full time artist. I am so excited about this. I will continue to educate myself in both fields through international workshops, and making local art/writing connections.
I will make a hair appointment today to get some low lights. Can one ever be too blonde? The answer is yes.
Miranda
Impossible!
Sandra
That Pipi is such a cutie!
Melissa Mix Hart
Pip is a little doll. I had to teach Pip how to accept a gift politely. She thought saying she didn’t want the gift, she wanted something else was fine. When I told her no, that it was rude—the tears! Fianlly she asked me, “What do I say mom?”
M-yes, imposssibe but true!