commander

I'm lost but not gone forever. Days have been busy, stuffed with hours of sometimes monotonous work. The train ride home, more hours stuffed with entertaining my stepdaughter-to-be. This is a sometimes difficult adjustment, albeit a rewarding one.

Tomorrow she and I are going to an artists' reception for a new book arts exhibit. My favorite local book artist will be there and I hope she again says, "You look familiar..." Chloe is to keep her pink bubblegum fingers off of the pedestals, the gallery owner says.

One of my bosses is on the phone with his fervent admirer. She states her full name and offers up her birthdate for identification. She sends him packets of tea in the mail, wrapped in brightly colored envelopes with scribbled, cryptic messages. He just asked her "How often do you see your psychiatrist?"

My day was wobbly at its start, but I see an improvement. I'm communicating with an Arizona artist who is making my wedding band. She has good energy, asks pertinent questions, seems as excited as me.

There's a call for art for a "Bridges" exhibit. Due in July. I'll keep thinking about it.

Now off to the Thursday farmers' market. I'll be back soon.