Someone recently said my blog reads like a fairytale. I thought about that for a long time and decided it kind of should...no one wants to hear about the bummers that interrupt the inspirations. But of course, they exist. Life isn't perfect in our house and certainly not in the studio. Since the daily creative scene rotates on the axis of reality, here is an update on what I'm really doing.
Last Saturday morning, my bride and groom-to-be were sleeping in after a late night arrival for a blissful weekend of wedding planning. The phone rang really early and I jumped to get it so it wouldn't wake them. I recognized caller ID as my mom so responded with a chirpy, Hi, what's up? This is the ..... Police Department. Your mother fell out of bed and hit her head, but was able to use her panic button. An ambulance is on the way and you might want to come over here.
Fast forward to early afternoon at the ER, she's released, okay-ish, nothing broken, but a whopper bump on the head (and nasty black eyes to follow). Shaken up and sore for the next few days, back to baby steps again without much interest in the usual.
Yesterday we played Beauty Shop, Dress-Ups and went out to our favorite spot for lunch. She looked like a fashion plate from the 60's. Big sunglasses, black straw hat and pink lipstick. The day was actually fun- like we'd climbed some kind of jungle gym together, sitting on top, swinging our legs and watching the other kids play tag. Reliving the spill, she said that she was on the floor trying to figure out how she got there. And how to get up. The cat was still up on the bed, perched at the edge, looking down at her. Meowing like crazy. Mom's response to her beloved Sassy: What the hell are you looking at? Get off your poof and call 911!