Life and more.

I am just brimming with happiness,
just spilling over into everything I do.

I have sooooo many projects lined up to do.
I spent yesterday finding images on line to
do several pieces of female nudes, dancers,
and found inspirational images for Theater
masks for a commission. I’ll be drawing that
design out for approval and then will get
going on it.

L, may be coming to see me.
She is talking about traveling through on her
way to visit her son and partner G’s son
in the Carolina’s. What can I say? I am excited
and terrified at the prospect. It’s been 30 years
since I last saw her.

We stood on the street saying goodbye in 1977
She gave me a sleeping bag so “I would always have
a warm place to sleep”. Her words made me weep.
I would miss her more than my own family.
And I did, for all these years.

I was heading out on my own, off to California
the minute I graduated. I had already moved out
from home. I was 16 and came out to my mother,
immediately life at home became hell. I took
a position as a live in nanny for a single mom.
I had a room upstairs as my pay. I drove myself
to my last year of high school. Made sure I graduated.
Fell in love with Beth, since L was out of my
league! LOL

My employer eventually bought a home in another city and
wanted me to come along. I did not. Beth slept with Debbie
and broke my heart. L fell off her pedestal a bit when she
didn’t see a problem with what Beth did.

I was sure I could go home again. To California.
I never belonged in Michigan. My mother forced it on us all.
A chance to leave the abusive step father.
But she brought him along in the end… I digress.

So I went to Cali… but you cant go home again. Even after
only three years of being gone. People are lost to you.
The streets look different. You are a stranger in your
home town. San Jose had become someone else’s home.
The fantasy died and I started a life in Chattanooga,
home of my sister Cris. Where I met my first partner Cathy.

It was the last place I heard from L. A call and a letter.
A letter from her son Paul. Then nothing. For 30 years.
Until last year. How amazing is that!

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Jaded, you found out before me that Hilary had been
officially asked to be Brandon’s girlfriend!
After she wrote that on my blog she came out to
the living room and said that she had just told you,
so she better tell me! She is quite happy, to say the least.
He is a nice guy. Tall, dark curly hair, just her type.
She was so red in the face when he came to pick her up.
I think she was afraid I would grill him. They left quickly LOL.

Off to buy concrete backer board for a Mosaic sign for
outside my studio door… among other projects in my head!
Like these…. to be done in simple silhouettes.
It will be a series called Dance. Three pieces.

As a child, I had vivid dreams that I could dance and ice skate.
These images bring all that home to me.
Cant wait!