Sorry to have been so picture focused the last few posts. I spent last week teaching theatre to young pre-teens. I had such good intentions on writing blog posts in the evenings but after a day of trying to keep the kiddos engaged, entertained, focused diffused and excited, my brain was more old car trying to start on a cold morning; a backfiring stuttering mess. Less than inspired creative genius.
And this week will be more of the same. I promise, when I can pull two thoughts together and make them stick, I’ll tell you about the party we threw on Saturday and the random conversations I heard – started myself. For now, I’ll leave you with this - Yesterday, while I was sitting in my three-hours-of-sleep zombie coma, Husband asked me if I’d gotten a chance to talk with a friend of ours during the party. I hadn’t. “Well,” said Husband, “I saw him looking slightly frantic and confused, staring into his cup and trying to fish out an ice cube. I asked him if he was alright and he said he’d taken acid and he’d just seen a spider in his ice cube and was trying to get it out…” How’s that for a tease? Wait. Crap. I didn’t think that through. Now I have to come up with more interesting things to share and that might have been the most bizarre one because it wasn’t that kind of party... Really. It wasn’t…
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