awake the entire day!

I didn't realize how utterly exhausted I was after (not) sleeping in the (dirty/creepy/hot) seminary on and off for two long weeks. Yesterday it only took me two naps to get through the day. Same deal on Tuesday, and I probably would have slept all day Monday too except I had to drive Matt to the airport and then one of my classmates was here until about three. Strange right? Strange because he totally invited himself, along with his mom and girlfriend over. I really liked his mom, he could have left her here and I would have totally bonded with her and become her forever friend.

Today I was determined to get back on a normal schedule and thanks to some shockingly strong french roast, I made through nap free. The truth is that I kind of hate napping. In my head napping means I am sick. Also, I like being bone tired when I plop into bed at night. Most nights I am out like a light.

I did go to see the utopian chiropractor twice this week. You might recall that he is actually the best buddy from chiropractor school with my stepford chiro. Small world, right? He does not have the magic touch like the stepford chiro, however, occasionally there is some kind of something (usually shoulder related for some strange reason) that the stepford chiro can not resolve, that this utopian chiro attacks like a frenzied pitt bull (no kidding, I shed tears during his treatment) but then magically, my shoulder relents back to it's normal level of tolerable annoying pain (as opposed to the more recent elevated level of lameness, stiffness and pain) and I am good to go! Woot woot! My mom had troubles with her right shoulder too. She was always quick to point out that she had arthritis in that shoulder and I don't want to know if I have arthritis (I know I do have it, they told me after the MRI when I fell down the steps) because if I know I have arthritis then I will feel arthritis and I have other things to worry about. (It must be parenthesis day.) So, let's pretend!

Things to worry about: Like packing up things from utopia and bringing them back to the house I hate in new town. It's a problem how much I hate that house! It's an energy suck, and I have to stop. Thinking that utopia would be my forever house I had been slowly bringing some of my more special-er bric-a-brac to utopia and now I have to pack it up and bring it back. I don't even have a place to put it in new town because in stepford we had all these built in shelves and also book cases that the world's most miserable house buyers got us to leave for them because they matched the house so well. I have such bad feelings about those house buyers. I so wanted to sell our house to lovely people that I could be happy were living in my house and not to miserable selfish people that are so strange that my neighbor friend's husband came home from an interaction with the buyer husband and suggested his wife never even speak to the buyer wife.

Damn.

As soon as Josh is out of high school I am buying a house that I can be happy in. I've got 4 more years of irritating house. I think I am going to start spending more and more time in the basement. I made it into a workspace and I have my printing press down there. Now that I am done with school I want to revisit making solar plates out of my photos. I miss that process!

Here are two views of my corner of the gallery, which may have been referred to by some as "the hallway", but I prefer to think of it as "Fantasy Island." If I could have hired Herve to stand there in a white suit you know I would have! I had two triptychs and two black-and-white images on the wall. As you can see, the two triptychs are on a long wall and the single black-and-white images are on narrow walls.