Okay, here I go. Sending my tiny words into the big universe. Hoping to amuse and maybe comfort, at the very least myself.
I spent the day trashing the house. Seriously. Big yard sale this weekend and I need to know what to sell. So I can buy more. Just not the same junque. New junque. I'll be parting ways with a few tole trays that just can't cut it any more. Bye bye. I want to be done with the shuffling of stuff. Closing the business & moving means I've done nothing but pack, unpack, move, shuffle, donate, and still feel ill when seeing the pile of shabbyshit in the garage. Frank's garage to be exact. My stuff in his space. Bad combo.
Tonight watched C's dance rehearsal. There's nothing like it - the hours of seeing them in the studio - struggling, and put them on the stage and it looks so much better. They all nailed it. As well as any 6 & 7 year olds can nail a performance. Liv stood in the aisle and did the finale routine with them. Mom came and was thrilled. She was thrilled to see a gal in toe shoes. I told her she should show them her feet and damage done many years ago w/ them. She laughed. I don't think she's ever regretted a moment of her dance experiences. Her surgery is this Thursday btw.