Dr. Ruth came on television the other day. I was doing dishes and Matt was half watching television while lounging in the family room. I turned seven shades of red and almost passed out from embarrassment before I realized that Matt could not possibly have any idea that he was watching the one person who taught me 99% of everything I knew about sex while I was still in high school. My kids will never know the experience of listening and learning about sex from an old lady on the radio. Shame.
Having three kids home makes my life so much more intense. I didn't realize what a slacker I had become tending to only two kids. Having that extra (opinion) mouth to feed every night is a real drag. The take out establishments around here are very happy that Matt is home. If I could go back and whisper into my own ear I would tell young me not to let my children think they ever have a choice in what are going to eat. I'm not kidding.
My desk top computer might be petering out. I'm bringing it to a friend Sunday to get looked at. I'm also buying another hard drive for it. I hope it doesn't die on me. I feel like me and my ancient (for a digital) camera and crumudgeon of a desk top are one. My friend is pretty sure he can shore up my computer so I can get another year out of it. "A Year!" I said. I hope she's not terminal. Yeesh.
The good thing about needing some digital storage storage space is now I have to go to the world's biggest (if you are a photographer) toy store! B&H- here I come! (There just might be a flash diffuser and a lens hood in this for me too!)
I went to the art show that I submitted some photos for. They didn't accept me. They did accept a lady who breaks ceramics and glues them back together though. Also, they accepted another photographer. I didn't really get his work. I didn't really get most of the work in the show, which makes me glad that my stuff wasn't hanging along side of the work I didn't understand, but also made me wonder. I didn't say anything out loud because you can't really say that kind of thing out loud without sounding like a pretentious egotistical bitch, but then Matt said it for me, so I felt all kinds of validated.
Someone said bad things about Y@le to me today. It made me start thinking. In my dreams the best case scenario for me would be to meet a representative who would decide to whore my stuff out and all I'd have to do would be to keep making new work and go to my own openings and smile and drink white wine. The worst case scenario would be for me to have to be my own salesperson because I totally completely suck at sales. If I had to sell things for a living I'd be huddling under a bridge, mumbling to myself and trying to keep my shopping cart from rolling away.