The Lull Before the Storm, As it Were
It's a lovely, peaceful, sunny Sunday, probably one of the last in a while. This week I start taking down my office and studio, and packing things up steadily and methodically. One thing I've learned the hard way is that working in intense short bursts as was my wont in the past is a very bad idea. The consequences are painful and exhausting and even depressing. So getting started 3 1/2 weeks in advance is not a bit too soon.
I've basically put everything of import on the laptop, so I can call just about anywhere my "office" now. I'll leave the easel and paints and brushes set up, they don't take over the space too badly, but the assemblage materials and gallery supplies are going to have to go. That's fine with me. Nick & Amy have loaned me their cache of big plastic storage tubs with locking lids, which I can have for as long as a year, so I will use them and label them and if it takes me months to get my new workshop area set up, so be it.
It looks as if the young couple who want this house, Justin and Dana, are going to be able to buy it, so now we are hammering out the details, and will await the financial approval. It would be great to have another art-and-gardening family here! I've a deep conviction it is going to work out just fine, that it's part of the larger story that seems to be evolving. The genius loci is strong here, and seems to be looking out for itself quite well. I don't mean to sound all Star-Warsy about it, but there it is.
Both Steve and I picked up on the sense of the place at the new house, too. My mother did, as well, and a couple other friends did from just seeing the picture of it, including my friend Euphine, who has been a guardian angel on earth for me many times. So I do think that little house wants us there as much as we want to be there. It's a good fit. In her most recent email my mother said not to worry about Thanksgiving as she was taking care of it, but I can have Christmas at the new place, so to keep my decorations where I can get my hands on them. It's nice to have my parents as enthusiastic about our move as we are. And Nick of course is still shaking his head in disbelief, as he never thought I'd move back to Valparaiso again.
Everyone we run into asks us if we are going to have the gallery in Valpo, and seem disappointed that we have no immediate plans to do so. Maybe someday. Maybe someday we will buy a condo to live in and keep the house to use for office and gallery space. But that is a bridge to cross if and when we ever come to it. At this time my calling is to paint.
Any time now Dana will arrive with her parents, who want to see the house. I hope for her sake they like it, too.
I've basically put everything of import on the laptop, so I can call just about anywhere my "office" now. I'll leave the easel and paints and brushes set up, they don't take over the space too badly, but the assemblage materials and gallery supplies are going to have to go. That's fine with me. Nick & Amy have loaned me their cache of big plastic storage tubs with locking lids, which I can have for as long as a year, so I will use them and label them and if it takes me months to get my new workshop area set up, so be it.
It looks as if the young couple who want this house, Justin and Dana, are going to be able to buy it, so now we are hammering out the details, and will await the financial approval. It would be great to have another art-and-gardening family here! I've a deep conviction it is going to work out just fine, that it's part of the larger story that seems to be evolving. The genius loci is strong here, and seems to be looking out for itself quite well. I don't mean to sound all Star-Warsy about it, but there it is.
Both Steve and I picked up on the sense of the place at the new house, too. My mother did, as well, and a couple other friends did from just seeing the picture of it, including my friend Euphine, who has been a guardian angel on earth for me many times. So I do think that little house wants us there as much as we want to be there. It's a good fit. In her most recent email my mother said not to worry about Thanksgiving as she was taking care of it, but I can have Christmas at the new place, so to keep my decorations where I can get my hands on them. It's nice to have my parents as enthusiastic about our move as we are. And Nick of course is still shaking his head in disbelief, as he never thought I'd move back to Valparaiso again.
Everyone we run into asks us if we are going to have the gallery in Valpo, and seem disappointed that we have no immediate plans to do so. Maybe someday. Maybe someday we will buy a condo to live in and keep the house to use for office and gallery space. But that is a bridge to cross if and when we ever come to it. At this time my calling is to paint.
Any time now Dana will arrive with her parents, who want to see the house. I hope for her sake they like it, too.
posted by meg at 12:36 PM
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This is a test comment just to see if it works before I've put together my own blog.
marilyn
ps: when do I get to see the new house?
This is a test comment just to see if it works before I've put together my own blog.
marilyn
ps: when do I get to see the new house?
Looks like it worked!
Looks like it worked!
(Does this remind you of a very funny little joke you and Steve played on me ages ago?
m
Excellent! Now we have to figure out how you can leave an original post. Still sorting it out on this end.
Yeah, it is somewhat reminiscent of the joke we played on you so long ago!
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