Miles, and Miles of art
sigh…. the worst is over now. I confronted my neighbor (aka bitch lady). It bothered me all morning but only in the back of my mind. She jumped out of her car and said “so what do you want to do about this sweetie?” I said ‘nothing.” Then she went into her whole song and dance about how bad their insurance is and they have so many claims against them and she can’t have another claim because blah blah and blah blah and i finally held my hand up and said “DARCY- listen to me for one minute. I appreciate you offering to pay for the doctor bill, but I am not going to have you do that. I’m not filing a claim as of right now. Here is the information for my insurance agent AND medical insurance you are free to call them. And if you still feel the need to bring a lawyer in- you can discuss that with my insurance agent-but as of now, I am done with this.” She offered to pay the bill several times more and I just sat in my car listening to her thinking ‘what a lunatic’. She then told me that she cried all weekend and she just doesn’t handle stuff like this well. I didn’t sympathize with or for her- but I did have to bite my tongue because I wanted to say ‘good, I’m glad you cried all weekend and you should be ashamed of yourself.’ but i didn’t…… she ended the conversation with asking when they could bring Girl Scout cookies over and I just said ‘whenever’. I’m glad it’s over now and no, my children will NOT be allowed to go to her house or ride in her car. That’s MY decision.
Drawing was frustrating today- i wasn’t grasping the concept. it was color mass- which i can’t do very well and honestly, i don’t like it. My little buddy, Miles, came back to school today. He seems ok. and very strong. A couple people surrounded him and were talking to him about his mom. I could sense he was a bit uncomfortable so when he sat down next to me- I said ‘ how ya doin” and he said ‘good’ and I said ‘good’. And left it at that. After class he decided to head over to printmaking with me. On the way over he asked me if everyone knew what happened and I said I thought so. Then I asked how he was and he said ‘ok’. He then shared the story with me about how his mom died. I was very touched that he did- he’s a pretty private person. While telling me the story several times I wanted to cry-but I didn’t because he was being so strong. He was with her when she took her last breath. He said it was a beautiful moment that left him totally at peace. He hung out with me the entire time i was there and we got into a really deep conversation about art, life, my awaking, spirituality, death, what moves him, what inspires him, etc…. strangely, i felt really grounded after that conversation. And for 2 hours, i forgot about my neighbor and everything fell into perspective for me. As i headed out the door he said ‘keep it loose’ and I said “WHAT?” it’s a saying on a sign that someone put above the clock in the studio….. pretty funny. For some strange reason, that conversation made everything in mind that I’ve been struggling with- ok. It’s hard to explain. Miles is a good guy- and in many ways reminds me of Isamu.
I am so excited. I get to start Monotype on Thursday……. OH I have been waiting for this for awhile now. I plan on spending my lab time on Friday totally dedicated to this. I CAN”T WAIT!!! It’s my passion. I’m SO excited….
well, i’m really pooped now. Gonna unload my school bag and find the stuff i need for my art class
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