This past weekend I cleaned my house. Every nook and cranny. Baseboards. Shelves. Dusted. Everything. Now let me explain – dusting to me can be as simple as blowing really hard and waving my hand in the air. I am not exactly what you would call a Martha Stewart/June Cleaver type. But Saturday I was a machine. I took all the knickknacks and pictures down, dusted them individually, cleaned the mantle and shelves and put them all back. The next day I cleaned the studio. I ORGANIZED it. That is no small feat. I am comfortable with chaos and I am fine with figuring out where whatever tool I need is when I need it. Not efficient, but there is a method to my madness I suppose. Point to all this? I was a cleaning FOOL. Heck I even vacuumed the dog! He was shedding all over the place so I took a vacuum to him. He loved it. See?
He totally is happy with me!
Then I saw a painting I did. “Ya know? I really should frame that.” I thought. “Hmmm, I painted it an odd size. I need a mat. I know! I’ll cut a mat.” So I did. Then framed it. Woohoo more time passed. And look how cute:
You know what I need? A new goal! A project! Yes! I need to run another half marathon! That seems simply logical and rational. What with the holidays all coming up. Oh look! Here! There is a half marathon at Tybee Island February 5! Perfect! And before my husband could protest or speak any logic into my head I had us both signed up and a beach house rented for the weekend. You’re welcome dear husband. 😀
Ok, so another half marathon in a few months. You know what would be really cool? If I could beat my time from when I was 19 and ran my first half marathon. I will be 38. 19 years later. How cool would it be if I could beat my time??? It is a really FLAT race! Of course I can!! So now, I am not only training to run 13.1 miles, but training to run at least 10 minute miles. BRILLIANT. Look! I even found the picture from when I ran and found my time. And I am TOTALLY on the cover of the newspaper that had all the official times in it! How cool is that?? SO. COOL See:
And shall we take a good look at that BABY FACE in the pic that was ME at 19! NINETEEN! I thought I had a CLUE about life! AHAHAHAHAHA! I had the opposite of a clue. I was a nincompoop!
So cut to today. The day before Thanksgiving. Errands! Let’s do errands! That will take up some more time. So off we went to get Noah some new headphones he wanted, Sophie some art supplies she wanted (they paid) and the husband and I needed haircuts.
On a side note – I don’t get my hair cut very often. I know, I know. I am simply lazy. I hate it. I hate the small talk involved. So once a year I have to listen to some lady tell me how horrible I am being to my hair. Split ends!!! And then the split ends get split ends!!! Oh MY GOD! My head is one big mass of split ends!! And it all ends the same way. I promise, Laura, or Helen, or Ann that I will be back in 8 weeks. I PROMISE!! And then I find a different Quickie Clips next November where I will suffer the tongue-lashing of a hair stylist that cannot believe I have the audacity to live with split ends!!
Anyway. We get our hair cut and go to the grocery store to get the stuff for the queso and pico de gallo I have promised to make for appetizers. Yay! I am helping with food! And also: More time spent doing other stuff.
But first! I should run. Five miles! On account of that will take me just about an hour. I will try to run it fast! Yes! 11 minute miles! (that is fast for me people. I am not built like a runner. My body is more the shot put-ter type of body. Read: Not made for speed. Moving on.) So I announced to the husband who was working diligently on his book on account of he is RESPONSIBLE that I was going to go run on the treadmill. See lookit him being all responsible. Can you believe HE married ME? I know. My family doesn’t either.
And here is where I run when I don’t run outside. It looks like the scene of a horror movie right? Good times.
(for the record – I did not run 11 minute miles. Sad face. Note to self: Try HARDER next time.)
Now to make the pico where I will transform some simple ingredients into a party for your mouth for my family tomorrow! More time to pass! Woohoo!
Now what? Oh! I know! I have that pet portrait of Jack, the golden retriever to do! I should totally do that this weekend too! See? So cute! Those are the Colorado Rockies behind him!
So why all this procrastinating? What am I putting off? What is it I am trying so damn hard to avoid with running faster miles, making tasty dips for chips, torturing my dog by sucking his shedding hair with a vacuum? Well this past week I signed something.
Here this is me right after I said I would produce all the art for my two books by January 28. I don’t look like I am gonna throw up, do I? I totally am.
Right now my book looks like this:
And Kane/Miller Publishers will make it into a book. Once I paint the illustrations. And I will meet their deadline. Of course I will. It is what I do. I make goals and I reach them. BUT. BUT. Once I begin the paintings? It will be a blur. A whirlwind.
10 weeks will go by like a moment. Like a breath. And suddenly it will be over. And in the hands of a publisher. And then I will wait for my books to get made. And figure out how to publicize them. And then I will have to wonder if anyone will buy them. And OH MY GOD, people need to buy them!! And I need to sell anther book. And I need that to happen. And how will I get another publisher to buy another book if these books don’t sell? What if they don’t sell??? And oh my god this is my dream! I want to go to schools. Make books, sell books. What if it doesn’t work. What if I fail. What if I never manage to make a living with my art? What if, what if, what if?????? Oh, I’m sorry. Don’t mind me.
So my mind kind of goes to Crazyville in a heartbeat. And the voice in my head is the voice of a nut job with NO rational or logical thinking skills. But. BUT. If I can put off starting this book just a wee bit longer? That train to Crazyville is delayed.* So I am delaying it. With dusting and cleaning and pico de gallo and haircuts and blogging and now, with wine. And just look at that hair! Not a split end to be seen!
And thank you Kane/Miller for taking a chance on me. You won’t be sorry. Crazyville is a fun place to live once you get there. 😀
*Just until Friday. It all begins Friday.