Let's all observe a moment of silence for my dearly departed car, the Dorothy Parker. We had some good times together and some bad times as well. I learned to drive in that car, took her to college, drove to the East Coast and back many times. But she and I had to part ways in Western PA, on a rainy day at the Howard Johnson. I got fifty dollars for her. She's probably being flattened with a baler as I type this. I knew that we were nearing the end of our journey together, but I didn't know that it would be like this.


My goodness, it's been nearly a month since my last post, but you should be used to that by now.
In the meantime, I have:
* Done yet another college orientation. Because the boss can't be bothered and the intern was elsewhere.
* Flirted with abandon. It was nice to have a little sparkle in my life again.
* Closed a show, opened a show, and started tech on a third.
* Realized that somehow, all of these things have to fit back into my car.
* Sprained my foot. Thank god for worker's comp. Oh, and frozen peas.
* Seen a pink moon.
* Been to MoMA and was disappointed. They're very interested in Art, but not in the art. Their collection desperately needs editing and I'd love more illuminating wall text.
* Seen Giselle at the Met. I'd never been to Lincoln Center before, so it was a marvelous evening.
* Finally finished my box of wine. It lasted nearly all season. Sniff.

Now, I've only to survive the rest of tech week, dodge my boss's erratic moods (he punched the desk yesterday, straight on, which looked quite painful), and somehow pack up all my things into the Dorothy Parker for one last road trip. I'm not sure when I'll have the opportunity to rest my foot, but I have it wrapped in an Ace bandage, atop an overturned paperbasket. I haven't finished any of the knitting projects I brought with me. I blame this largely on startitis and a lack of knitting time. Still, not as bad as I'd feared at times, and better than I expected in others.

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