Stupid Expectations

Did anyone catch my fantasy for my week in NYC? It was nothing like. Yes, there was street noise and we did end up in central park; but it wasn't that peaceful day of 63 degrees with slow puffy white clouds, it was depressing, a little too cold in the shade, no gardens not so much of the chattering birds... a sad little jaunt through the bottom corner and past the zoo, which Ami informed us is _depressing_. It looked pretty from the outside, lots of trees and old mossy bricks, it looked old and attractively overgrown, but the thing had to be utterly tiny.

So my back is killing me. I don't know why. But the pth I'm working with today is very knowledgeable (I'm highly impressed) she told me skinny people have more problems with back pain because the skin is tight around the muscles and bones and the bones pinch the muscles. I also now know that it is almost always better to take advil (and other ibuprofens) than to take tylenol- which is only good for headaches and aspirin is better for general pain as long as you don't have stomach problems and you're not a child (that last bit I think I made up?)

There is a volunteer at one of the branches who has some sort of mental disability or learning disability and he talks with an accent like shawn connery as james bond, when I first met him I thought he was being goofy and I almost laughed, it sounds like a put on, but it's never off. He is also incredibly nice. Fascinating. I think he also gets fixated on the last thing he says, like an ocd, and repeats it under his breath til the next sentence. People are strange and amazing. (I think the same way about myself. I could be a case study.)

I plan on spending my evening painting tonight, just the thought of it makes me feel at peace. I need to paint, it's been too long since I worked on a project for myself. (A little girl just checked out Homers Odyssey, by little I mean she looks about 12, maybe that old.) Okay, I've only got three hours left, I hope I can make it...

I had the nastiest patron I've ever had early this morning. He had a return and used some word for it that threw me off and I got confused and he got nasty, "there is nothing to misunderstand", jerk.

I can't tell you how much I want to be home with my paints! And I want to work until I finish this project... But it's huge and I know that isn't possible, I've been working on it for more than six months (on an off of course) but it has so many different parts and I'm only on the facade at the moment. paint, paint, paint, paint, paint....