The day disappeared. The alarm went off and snooze was tapped. Blink, and suddenly it was 8:00. There was coffee, Wordle, and a shower. The trash was put out. Blink, and suddenly it was 10:30 and I was eating leftover pizza for a late breakfast/early lunch. I blinked. Then it was suppertime. I blinked. Bedtime was approaching. Maybe I need to stop blinking so much.
After multiple sessions with jewelry pliers, a needle and
thread, the attachment of the coin panels onto the black top, which took much
longer than expected, was finished. I think. I hope. I’m definitely tired of
working on it.
A list was drafted for all the costume parts and accessories
for each of my dances in the June show, which will become the packing list for
performance day. This year’s costumes are more complicated than last year’s,
and there are unresolved issues with the costumes for nearly every dance I am
in.
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| Trees ablaze. |
Meanwhile, in the midst of the costuming challenges, I
committed to a photography exhibit. A couple hours have already been spent reviewing
photos in the scope of the show. So far, 100 photos from my main file were segregated.
Then those were reviewed and the field was whittled down to 25. The target
number of photos for the exhibit is five or six, so there will be another big
reduction done tomorrow.
To clear my head, I took a walk to the mailbox. The trees down the street are ablaze in maroon leaves and in one case, flowers, and I’m not sure when it happened. Maybe it was that blinking thing again. It was chillier than I expected, especially on the return leg when it felt like I was walking into a steady breeze. Bonus, being cold made me walk faster and the cardio didn’t kill me. Now I can start working on my personal best time again.
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| Bee in a blossom. |
In the haste to return, I forgot that I also wanted to take a picture of the house from the higher point on the street so the roof shows for the full before and after showcase. I remembered it when I was in the driveway looking at the azalea with the fat bees buzzing around in the blossoms. Maybe next time. The second skylight hasn’t arrived yet, so there isn’t even a target date for the project yet.


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