Cameron played tonight with Yoko, from Nelson, who is also a Buddhist. After the gig, he came home and started doing some research on Buddhist chants. His screen saver is an amazing image from Viet Nam of a giant, white statue against a piercingly blue sky. Stunning.
Today I worked out.
buddha, flowers, photographer
Seventy-five crunches and the other exercises that my trainer laid out for me. After that, I stopped by Chez Sally Ann and got a great pair of red, calf length pants with tiny white polka dots in a size 8 down from size 11 this winter. Going to recycling allowed the back of the car to open up room in preparation for the great load in from the show home on the West Side.
from my garden
I was pumped when the builder phoned to say he wanted my art in the home. I worked to create new pieces and hung them in the beautiful, contemporary setting. Sadly, his partner hired a designer who didn’t want to keep any of the works up.
So after recycling, I made the numerous trips up and down the three stories to creatively stuff them into “the refrigerator” (a car purchased at auction that has no heat. I drove it all winter hence the name.) But surprise. In summer, it overheats. So one has to turn on the heater to divert heat from the engine. Quite a treat on a 32 degree summer day.
Now with the car stuffed, my body worked out and sweating from the carrying and packing, I ran home to get long screws. My husband obliged from his storehouse. He was at home because his vehicle had packed it in in the parking lot of Home Depot. (The exciting life of artists!)
I removed the existing art from my studio, rehung pieces, placing the new works from the show home where I thought they would garner more attention. All of the older pieces under glass, I moved out to put in storage. About 20 pieces are in a stack to one side of the studio for “sale”.
this rose bush refused to be dug up
Because we are still working on the hallway, the washing machine has been on the back deck for a week. The interesting mountainous cast off clothing now could be dealt with. Cameron went off to his gig after doing three loads. I mowed the front and back lawn with our little push mower. In between swipes, I would run into the house to stuff another load in. Clothing, sheets, towels filled the wash line from one side of the yard to another. As the smaller items dried, I leapt up and grabbed the line and exchanged the dry for a wet replacement. Soon the lawn was looking much more civilized, the laundry was dry and folded and not creating a reekish obstruction in our bedroom. Hopping in the car as the sky took on darkness, I headed out to get groceries.
on both sides of our path to the door, beauty
All the while, in my head I could hear the sniveling little voice saying,” It’s summer. I want to go swimming. I want to sit next to these flowers and read a book”. So I answered myself by saying,”Enjoy the movement of mowing. Enjoy the warm air. Enjoy the rich, blowsy, nodding of flowers as you brush against them. This is what needs to be done. Enjoy it.”
I wonder if I did!
Tomorrow off to the studio to do some painting and set up my courses for the Music and Arts Festival next week.
Oh, and we have to find a car that actually works, finish the hallway and Cameron has a gig with Calculated Risk at 7 pm. I am going. I am going to sit on the grass and listen to music. Because. It is summer.
summer on Okanagan Lake