I am exhausted beyond belief. I started out at 7am taking
more books and my monitor to the studio. Drove out to pick up a photo from Alcy
that I wanted to use and to eat. Picked up homemade cookies that Alcy baked for
the occasion. Got back to the house around two. Bathed shaved and spit shined
for the Open Studio.
Michael Curso called while I was on the way. He was in the
area so he dropped by to see the studio and stay for a good chat. Shortly after
he left, Debi showed up. She hadn’t eaten and we were planning on being at
Nance Hardy Studios at five to see some work Saundra Salter was exhibiting at
their Third Saturday. (She sold two photographs so congratulations are in store
for her first exhibit) Grabbed burgers
at Five Guys and headed over. Spent a little time with Saundra and touring a
few of the other studios and back to Aurora.
Was extremely pleased with the number of friends that showed
up. Carolyn’s daughter Kelly and her family was an unexpected and pleasant
surprise. I want to thank everyone that came. This is a little intimatating for me and your support is greatly appreciated. Several members of NWHPC came (Paula brought her friend Ann, Jerry
and Darnell, Clayton, Kaaren, Dolores and Joe, Ed and his wife Susan and we had
a good chat. Please tell me I didn’t forget anyone. Then Saundra and a friend,
Laura got there just as we were about to leave) I met a few of the other
artists, but not as many as I would have liked. I was really glad that Debi was
there since Alcy had to work. I am and probably always be a social disaster
just waiting to happen. Having a wingman was a life savor. Thank you, thank
you, thank you Debi. Got to meet a few of the quests that dropped in.
In all I was very pleased that I decided to participate in
spite of the fact that I really didn’t have anything hung. The room is so small
that everyone had to take turns. I planned to take photos but was way to busy.
Debi took a few, which I hope she will share. I was pleased that the other
artists I met were so friendly and so willing to talk about their art. Met some really interesting people. I think
I am going to find a home at Aurora even though it really isn’t a photography
studio—or at least the one that I dreamed about. That may still come.
After over three hours on my feet I could hardly stand, much
less walk. Thought they were going to kill me so I didn't last until the 10:30pm closing time. Got home. The house had been shut up all day and it was like a sweat
box. I got rid of as many articles of clothing as was socially acceptable or
possibly more and then realized the computer was still in the car. Sorry
neighbors there was no way I was about to put on pants and no way I was going
to leave the computer in the car overnight. Just hoped they and all their
Saturday night friends were in the back yard. Alcy says that I shouldn't tell everything and she is probably right. As Popeye says, "I yam what I yam."
Now I am going to bed to pass out.
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