While I didn’t sell loads at the festival this past weekend, I was so dang pleased with the interactions I had with the many friends that stopped by and visited. I HAVE FRIENDS HERE!!! And that is a great thing because making friends as a grown up is hard. AND because the fact that they went out of their way on a busy Saturday and stopped by to visit is because they like me (I hope) and not because they think that if they are “friends” with me, I might one day get a record deal and take them with me on my journey to fame. Cause that ain't happening.
I work with kids and kids are funny. But sometimes, some days are rough. Then sometimes this happens and it makes the rough “I want you to go away!” times worth it.
This lady is here. And this lady makes me happy – even when she turns me into a bitchy sixteen-year-old shit.
This is her suitcase. I can’t tell you how giggly I got when I saw this relic whipping slowly around the baggage claim carousel. I mean, I remember this from our trips back and forth to Kenya. I’m pretty sure Brother and I played hide and seek in it a time or two – back when either one of us would actually fit IN it.
She brought me my grandmother.
This picture hung on the wall of the guest room at my Grandmother’s house. This was painted by a family friend - who also happens to be a famous impressionist painter. This one hung on the wall at the foot of the bed and an larger, even more austere one hung at the head of the bed. Both of characters Grandmother had played at one point or another in her acting career.
When I was “grown up” and brought home the boyfriend for Christmas and insisted on sleeping in the guest room together because I was “grown up” (and rude), Mom convinced Grandmother to let us sleep in there. The next morning I asked her how she could ever sleep in there with her mother staring down at her from the head of the bed and from the foot of the bed. “I just close my eyes.” She said, smiling because without a fight, she had won.
Every night after I go to bed, Joe the Boxer sneaks up for a long hug from Husband. I caught them once when I came back with a question and now I sneak in for a peak every night. Last night, probably because Mom was here, Joe the Boxer needed his hug early. There ain't much cuter than a 60+ pound dog needing some love from a grumpy Scotsman to put a smile on my face. And his.
My name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me