Anyone remmber when there was bat in my house and I locked it in the "bonus room" and the next day when the bat guys showed up to remove it it was nowhere to be found? I found it! Dead and dried out on a bookcase shelf in the bonus room. I strut up to Josh and say "Guess what! I found a bat in the bonus room!" and he says back "Oh, I was wondering if that was a real bat or a fake one." and I'm shocked, because Josh saw that dead bat lying there a month ago when we returned from utopia and he didn't say a word. So, I try Evan, and he's all cool as can be (which he always is) and he says "Yeah, I saw it there, it's been there for a while." I have to explain to my children that when they spot dead possibly rabid animals they should tell me.
I had my first group critique in grad school last week. It was not my turn to share photos, so I was just listening and chiming in on other people's work. (Which I was hesitant to do since WTH do I know?) We did this by skype, so I got up early and carefully blow dried my hair, put on a little make up and even searched for my extra funky reading glasses. Then I decided that each month I'd put on one of my mother's ridiculously large necklaces and see if anyone ever mentioned my big honking jewelry. I was having an excellent hair day and psyched to see some of my old classmates again. My skype rang right on schedule and the first thing the advisor says is "Let's all turn off our video cameras so this works bettter." Such a bummer. We did the whole thing by voice only. It was an interesting process though, especially seeing how many people are struggling with just what should be their subject matter. I can only hope that next fall when I am in the home stretch (or at least what feels like the home stretch to me right now) that I am on solid footing and at least know what I am working towards.