I desire to paint. I desire to lose myself in my craft, to finish the picture I'm working on and start on another ...
and another ...
and another ...
And yet, even though I've done a lot of work today, I feel like I need to do a bigger chunk of work before I can go back to painting.
Employees' scheduling/payroll, book the meeting room in my building for two events, plan out yearly expenses in preparation for the eventual aquirement of my inheritance, and mail out my Dandy Card Membership-ect, etc, etc!
Today was my cats' 8th birthday. Happy birthday, Hershey and Rascal!
I remember when we brought you both home from the Humane Society. You two were so small and so cute!
You're still cute, boys, but you sure have grown!
Next week, I promise, my boys, I'll throw you a birthday party! Tuna sandwiches, catnip, extra wet and dry food, catnip, clam chowder, catnip, an icecream cake in the shape of a cat ... and, of course, catnip!
I had a wonderful time seeing my family at Mom's condo this afternoon. Previously, I had emailed everybody and invited them to choose anything they want to take home as a momento of Mom.
Not everybody who I'd invited could come, unfortunately. There were three relatives who did come, however, I hardly ever see (except for weddings and funerals), because they live so far away. It was great to swap stories and experiences, and get caught up on all the news.
And, speaking of getting caught up - I need to catch up on my sleep.
I found out what the problem was. I had added a program to my computer called PrivDog, which is supposed to protect me from viruses, pop-ups etc - but it kind of went too far! It took away BlogSpot's menu, which allows me to sign in and write my daily entry.
Programs like PrivDog are, to me, like over-protective parents. So, figuratively speaking, I had to tell my dear old parents that BlogSpot and other websites are really good kids and that I should be allowed to hang out with them.
It was gorgeous out today! I didn't feel even the least bit foolish going out in only my jogging outfit.
I met Sarah at Shopper's Drugmart to pick up a perscription and then we went to Starbucks. I didn't even realize I was going to Starbucks until I got half way up the ramp! Am I so addicted to Peppermint Mocha Frappuccinos? Why, yes I am!
However it's not just the drinks and brownies I'm addicted to, it's also the people who work there. Of all the Starbucks I've been to (and I've been to a lot) the people at the Carlton and Yonge location are the most friendly. They welcome me by name and know my regular order by heart. Even if I don't go myself and just send somebody they always say, "Hey, where's Anne?" I like that. It makes me feel part of a community. Sure, a coffee drinking community, but it's still something!
And then Sarah and I went to get groceries at Loblaws. Nobody gave me a warm welcome, and I go there way more than Starbucks. Well, fuck Loblaws!
After that, Sarah and I went up to the LCBO. I bought peppermint Schnapps to spike my frappuccino and a bottle of Rye to spike my Coke occasionally. Sometimes the workers at LCBO recognize me and ty to be helpful, but most times, no. I'm just a faceless customer in their store.
Hmmm... maybe I should go there more often so they recognize me and become as friendly as the people at Stabucks.
As I was saying before I suddenly got hot; shaky; and nauseous, I feel so happy that Nick and Kelly brought the cabinet from Mom's place that I've been wanting for so long! I chose the perfect place for it and found special momentos to go inside and on top of it.
As usual when I get a new piece of furniture, I had to rearrange practically my whole apartment. I also bought a new tablecloth, which matches my kitchen pefectly, and a huge multi-picture frame to go into my bedroom.
On the whole, I like how my place looks now and I feel happy with all of the changes. (There's so much room here now!) And yet, I also feel sad. I'd rather have Mom back than to have all the furniture (or anything else) in the world! It also feels kind of surreal to live in a whole different environment, even if I did orchestrate all of the changes. I know these negative feelings will melt away and that a sense of happiness and comfort will simply remain.
Next week, it's back to the market. I really missed going on Saturday! Even if it is slow occasionally, I love to chat with people and see the surprise on their faces when I tell them that I paint with my index finger.
One of the other vendors told me that one of the managers of the market had had "a fit" because of the fact that I hadn't been there that day. Hearing this, I feel both anger and apprehension. Apprehension because the management might try to say I shouldn't be at the market any more. (The consensus among the vendors is that they believe management wants to slowly weed out all of them and put in bigger stores with brand names. Bastards!) And anger, because for twelve years now I've been going there like clockwork - through snow, sleet, hail, and freezing rain! So I took one day off! Are they my parents, or a principal telliing me I'm getting a detention for missing a day of class? Don't they understand that we vendors don't sell our wares just for fun? We need to earn a living! And if we need to take a day off, to do something important or because we're ill, we shouldn't be met with scowls and reprimands.