fifth business

Earlier in the week, my boss called and asked “Hey can you have the paintings ready by next sunday?” “… sure?” so on wednesday I am finally having an art show opening. I am very excited, and nervous, and sad (that Laura wont be there). I am hoping all of the paintings will be done by then and ready to hang. Yikes!

Last night was the second stitch and bitch, at the cafe. Fun was had, as well as swearing. I have learned how to crochet and am making PENGUINS… Someone really should have warned Mida about my mild extreme obsession with penguins before setting me to this task.

As I was finishing work today at the cafe a customer wanted to talk to me. She wanted to tell a) tea tastes better when I make it b) my lattes are amazing and c) I am just plain awesome. Hurrah!

I also got a call about a job! GLEE

Art Show on April 1!

When I was 14 in 2000, both of my grandfathers became very ill. My maternal grandfather passed away 5/5/00, I dont know very much of the detail about his death. This more a story about my paternal grandfather. I don’t know how he came to be in the hospital, I think he had lost some sensation in his left leg and went to the doctor, who sent him to the hospital for a blood clot. Blood clot + Diabetes = not good. He spent about 2 months in the hospital before he passed away, 8 days before my 15th birthday. I remember thinking “If he would only make it past my birthday, I dont want my birthday present to be a funeral, I can handle it after my birthday but not before…”. Sometimes I think I was punished for being so selfish. When I am unsure in life, I think “What would Grampa say/do to me if he knew” if the answer is “beat me with his cane” I know I need to re-evaluate my priorities.

Now my paternal grandmother is ill, and it is only a month before my first art show. I am trying so hard not to think “Just make it until opening night” but it just isnt working. Hell I don’t ever want her to pass away. I want her to see my children, I want her to make my wedding cake, I want her help with my wedding dress, I want her to paint my wedding portrait, I want her forever. She is my last grandparent and the anchor of my extended family. Without her I feel like I have no reason to see my extended family, especially my second and third cousins. I am an only child, my siblings are my cousins. Take away the anchor between us and we float apart. I don’t want to lose my anchor.