Excavation

Its been a month of pre-occupation. Deadlines and committments prevailed with sidebars preoccupied with watering the jardin du Oliver. It has been hot, humid and dry, a condition common to the midAtlantic that I have yet to grasp. I don't know how the farmers deal with it. Even tobbaco requires a certain amount of rainfaill.

I delivered 70 pieces of art to the CACV on Tuesday and spent the whole of the afternoon trying to anticipate what it will look like when it is on the wall...arranging, rearranging, placing, replacing, pulling, editing, etc, etc. Everyone at the artcenter proved to be amazing to work with.

Everything else has slipped to the side of the heap and is waiting to be reordered and reconsidered: bills, deposits, domestic order, passport renewal, shots for Flannery, etc, etc, etc. I don't know how Harry lives with it except of course he has his own creative agenda and is perfectly capable of living in a world of his own creation as long as the piles of neglected reality don't fall on his lap. I quess we are made for each other although we could likely employ a full time administrative assistant or a real wife. (not part of my job description)

So, this week is for excavation, versus vacation. A week in Maine would certainly be my preference.