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Upstairs Well, it will be interesting to see if all those "prior years" links work. I've not done HTML in so long - even this very basic, simple HTML - that I could have instead typed in yesterday's pork chop recipe and hardly known the difference. I surely am exploring new heights of stupidity right now, doing an entry during a thunderstorm. This poor rickety 'puter - the same one which saw through my maiden entry here, three years of law school, and all that has followed - is still limping along on its rickety modem card. I'm not sure I could even replace the attendant cords and fittings in the event of a lightning fry. I should give that some thought. But it ain't broke. I am not going to fix. Also, it is the only computer in Christendom, apparently, with legacy enough to run Mercury's flight simulator program. He said he might fly today. I would greatly prefer that he held off doing so until the lightning storm passes. At present, he sleeps. A warm solid sleeping Mercury in the house is a blessing for which I give thanks daily. Let's see. New job. New job is wonderful. I am able to focus on one area of law, which I was ready to do, and I am working with folks my own age (which I was before really) but most of all I am a nice cog in a nice corporate wheel. "Be what you are," right? I am well-suited to corporate cogging. Since my early twenties, I have earned an entirely new appreciation for that special role. And I have finally gotten good at it. I am affable, eager to please, "correct but original" (like the wine), and finally able to haul out and to purchase suits in colors without fretting that some judge will be so distracted by my raspberry suit that he will not hear my wonderful argument. I went on a spending spree last month and stocked up on suits. They were on sale, mind you. I "should" not have done it, perhaps, but I'm glad I did it. My new paycheck is a little lower than the old one -- but it comes not with the nasty sticky strings, so I am not complaining -- and it is well that I bolstered my wardrobe a bit before le deluge. Or le diminuation. As you will. I am painting again. It was time. I started at the little craft store down the street, with some misgivings. Another beginner class . . . my mother has been saying for years that I should move on out of the beginner classes. But I figured holding a brush was better than holding no brush, so I signed up. When they found a teacher, they called me. We did two sessions there. The store was so horribly disorganized that the instructor quit after that. But, but, wonder of wonders, she called me and said, "Hey, I'm going to quit but if you want to keep on with it, would you like to take from MY teacher?" Yes, I said, and again yes! So I now have a weekly watercolor class -- which is not beginner level, not even a little -- with about 10 other people (all women). Two sessions in, it has been a wonderful time. The facility is gorgeous and everyone is so friendly and supportive. A part of me wants to set Goals for the painting, and to have a Reason for the painting, but another part of me just likes playin' with the pretty colors. "I confess," I said to Mercury while pasting little bits of paper to a collage last week, "I feel a little dumb doing this. Here I am, a trained lawyer, playing with my crayons." "Well," said Mercury, rutching his feathers just a tiny bit, "now, what if Picasso had said, 'I feel stupid sitting here playing with this blue paint. I'm gonna go garden.'?" He has a point. Have I not been working so hard to gain a little freedom, financial stability, and free time? And, having earned those things, why not play with the crayons? It's early but I am going to close. If Mercury is sleeping with dreams of airplanes a-dance in his head, he could be up and wandering in. And I don't want my diary being read over my shoulder, even for this innocuous and Mercury-complimentary entry. In fact, I think I want to go play with my crayons. Heh-heh. |
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