My Nest

It has been a little over two weeks since I left my position at the Art Center.I am beginning to feel more relaxed. But of course I have been busy.

First I worked on the studio. It isn't perfect, but much better. Now my own files are in the top drawer. Then I spent most of a day on the garage. And then my handyman and I spent another day organizing the garage. He also repaired a ceiling and painted it, made some repairs to and repainted a bathroom, and helped me haul boxes of old documents from the garage to the studio. Now I can shred and shred. I am buried under paper! And it is all over my just-reorganized studio. Sigh. I had thought I would spend all day today on that, but Papa and I opted to take his new Honda for a drive. But back to work tonight.

Meanwhile the studio kitty went to have her claws out. I am sad we had to do that, but she showed affection by patting my face - claws extended. She is doing so well that I am managing my guilt. I am already tired of the shredded paper in the litter box - but I have an excellent supply of paper.

I have managed to finish so many projects that needed to be done.....but there is always more.

And I have actually painted a little, too. What a relief to be back to work. I am not happy without it.

Vacay is Sweet

Whoa! My life just turned upside down!

Vacay was nice. But I did work. And I wrestled with whether I should remain the Art Center president or not. Because no one was waiting in the wings eager to take my job, I accepted nomination and election for another year. I thought I could still bring energy and passion to the job.

But a few days ago, after working many hours getting ready for important meetings and still working several days later, lightening struck. I had just passed my seventy first birthday, papers from work were spread over most of the surfaces in my studio, I wanted to go into town to order paint and deliver brochures, and I needed to be at the Center for a meeting at four. What was I doing!

So I finished the last email, and Papa and I took off for town. My head was spinning.

About two minutes into the trip, I told Papa I needed to resign.I am sure he didn't believe me.

Back home at three, I went straight to the Mac and typed my letter. Then I picked up my president's binder, my key and went to my meeting.

That night I packed up files and got them ready for Papa to deliver the next day. Done!

Of course I am mopping up and have a few meetings and obligations left.

So.......what next? If you know me, you know I don't sit still very long. Once the word spread, interesting offers started cming in. But I will move slowly. Collecting hugs from two adorable grandchildren and painting come first. And Papa and the rest of the family, of course.