Lights, camera, action!

The weather of the past week was awful with cold winds and driving rains. Today however is sunny and pretty, as if it has no remembrance of the previous days. Not a bad way to be. I was glad for the better weather as it made it easier for visitors to stop by ArtWorks on this second Saturday, an Open Studio day. One thing I did while there was  to put down interlocking foam pieces of flooring, which is the last of the grunt work. Now the studio is ready to furnish with whatever it is that goes in a studio. That will be fun, but then I must act! There is much to love about the big ol' place. The owners are upbeat, helpful, encouraging and want everyone to do well. The group of artists, mostly women, are so nice and supportive of each other. It is already a good thing.

a rundown

Too many big deals last week pushed my EQ (excitability quotient) over the top. A week ago Sunday I joined the church. Wednesday I was among some accomplished artists in our critique session. Friday I went to the doctor. (I hate to go to a doctor but I have to get my thyroid medicine.) Meanwhile the main light was hung in my studio and I finally finished painting the walls. (I am almost ready to use it!) I baked two birthday cakes, engaged in many stimulating conversations, and attended several events, and so on. My mind was abuzz every night, and I didn't get enough sleep. I think I have been the most enthused about ArtWorks, the building where my studio is one of many. It is a nice community of bright and interesting people who are passionate about what they are doing in the visual or performing arts. I wonder where the journey there will take me. Now that is exciting! Sunday and Monday I made myself back off and chill out, and my mind became quiet enough to focus on reading a book. Today I was out in the biting cold calmly taking care of the day's duties. I am glad I have the capacity for enthusiasm and joy, but sometimes I am a bit much for myself.

A New Sport

When I left art class about noon, it was downright hot outside. Beach weather! After taking care of my duties, it was two before I got to the always beautiful South End. The tide was low making the moss covered jetty visible down to the rocks in the deeper water. Seagulls and pelicans gracefully swept the blue sky. And there is always something interesting happening in that beautiful place. Today a group of six men in black wetsuits were in various stages of getting their kiteboards up in the air or sailing them along the water. I had wondered what the correct term was so I asked the guy who was pumping his up. He said it is a kite but also sort of like a parachute.
From the looks of the equipment, there was a "real" photographer there, too. Maybe he got a better shot of this kitesurfer getting an aerial lift. Or is it Spiderman?

And another shot.

Book Club

When I moved here, my aunt Margaret asked if I would like to join her book club. I was flattered and of course said I would love  to. It is the oldest book club in Wilmington, she told me, and as a member I would have certain expectations. Barring death or other calamities, I am expected to attend all meetings. I must have it at my house once a year, and on the day that I am hostess I am to give a book report. Along with other protocol, that is the way it is done. I have been flying-by-the-seat-of-my-pants for the past oh so many years, but since my life has slowed down, I figured I could handle it. Today was my turn, the (underlined, red letter) day to have the ladies over. I had worked at almost perfecting a Black Forest(ish) cake and made the final version yesterday. I studied Van Gogh: The Life as if I were taking a final exam. I feverishly got the house clean and mess free this morning. Margaret, my co-hostess, arrived with her candy and nuts in good time, and we were ready for the guests when they arrived at 2:30 on the dot. The cutwork tablecloth, the silver service for coffee or tea, and the good china gave a look of class to the dining room table that usually holds whatever I happen to have dropped there from the store or art class. My book report could have been shorter, but for the most part I held the attention of the women with tales of Vincent's life. It was work, but it was good. It reminded me a little of what life used to be like, maybe about the time the Book Club was organized. Here is the cake, not fully unwrapped but still pretty enough.

February 17

Happy Birthday to my son Peter. While we were reminiscing yesterday he asked, "How much did I weigh when I was born?" He knew it was a lot but didn't remember exactly. Peter was a solid ten pounds eleven ounces when he took his first few breaths forty-four years ago today. He was ready to come into the world, and the delivery was a decent one. In the nursery as friends and family were gathered around the window gawking at all the newborns during viewing time, some would point to my baby and say, "Look at that one!" Swaddled in the little blanket with only his head showing, he did look twice as big as any of the others. I was so proud to have given birth to the manliest - and most beautiful - baby in the nursery.

two weeks later

The second really bad winter storm of the year came by Wilmington on its path north. We didn't get snow like much of the Carolinas did, but the steady hard rain created too much ice for some trees and power lines to bear, and many places are still without electricity. My house fared pretty well. No outages and only one fallen branch that did happen to knock some siding off the back of the house. But I know that when February comes, spring is not far away.

I still have to pinch myself (figuratively) sometimes that I am here. The whole lengthy transition was such an ordeal, and one never really knows how change will work out. In this case, it worked out just fine. I am thankful daily.

Life is in the head. It is what we think and believe it is. Therefore I have been making some deliberate changes in my head. I am putting the past in its proper place, mostly behind me, and am thinking toward the future. One step I have taken is renting an art studio. Wilmington is an arty place. I see the awesome trees here, the water, sky, and big sun, and I think Mother Nature lavished the city with beauty from the beginning. Now creative folks in all disciplines are attracted to it, filling it with man made lovely things.

My as yet unfinished studio space is in an old factory across from Greenfield Lake. A man named Jim bought it for another purpose several years ago, but now has a new vision for it. He wants it to house an art community, and he's off to a good start with the gifted and hard working artists who have already set up shop. He didn't seem to be concerned that I had no idea what I will be doing in my studio. "I will find something," I told him. I thanked him for making my dream come true. I have always dreamed of having an art studio.

Won't that be fun!

ice and snow

The winter storm came as expected, and the ice and snow are staying put in this below freezing weather. The local and national news made everyone aware that the storm was coming, and Wilmington, being wisely proactive, closed schools, etc and encouraged people to stay in. Being exiled inside is pleasurable to a point, but I will be ready to hit the road when the thaw comes. Here is a pic of my back yard/the marsh behind my house. Usually you can see the small pool of water, but this morning it was frozen.