five thousand shades of blue
Tuesday, January 16, 2001
Well, I failed to buy the ticket. Shoot me.
Spent most of the weekend doing lots of things I had to do. We're preparing to move the café, as I mentioned, and it's going to be, and has been, a lot of work. Spent Saturday sitting around in the new space, not actually doing much of anything, feeling kind of crampy and bloated and all around yucky. I would have rather been home doing laundry or client web work (of which I've fallen behind on just a bit). Sunday, running around all of creation buying stuff to re-do the space (paint and painting supplies). Monday.... painting. It will be good to finally be in this new space, if I don't go utterly mental thanks to the process.
Got word of the weekend's happenings at Twelfth Night, which is the winter coronation of the King and Queen (
Kingdom of An Tir, SCA), and generally a pretty big deal. This year it happened up in Victoria, BC (last year's, our branch hosted, so I can't complain too much, even if I did get as sick as a dog for the whole weekend). I would have loved to have gone, but it just wasn't feasible, between travel times and funds. So many cool things happened, and friends and acquaintances were given awards for their artistry and mastery, and it leaves me feeling so inadequate. I want to have time to do more of the things I
want to do, not
have to do, and with all this café move stuff, I have no idea when that time's going to free up. Not that I had a whole lot of free time before we started this process. Anyway, I know that I could be good at something, if I could only find that niche, and have the time to develop it. I have a I want to make, some Mongolian boots I have the pattern for to make even though I don't know ANYTHING about making shoes...
Sigh. Well, if I didn't have to sleep, I could do everything I need to do
and want to do...
is
this just not enough…?
