Monday, November 19, 2007

Silly Putty, Mylar and Mud

by Brenda Roger

My sewing room is a metaphor for my life. It is chaotic, and for the past year nothing has come from it. I’m not sure what people think I do all day, and I love to read what other people do in a day, so here goes.

Monday, I have a doctor’s appointment at 10:30. Then I will rush to pick up supplies and lunch. A friend is coming over to help me finish Christmas tree ornaments for the Carnegie Museum’s annual display. We are decorating 12, 10, and 8-foot trees in the entrance to the Hall of Architecture, so we have to assess how many more we may need. The theme is stained glass, and I am once again painting Mylar to look like stained glass. My dining room table and kitchen have been covered in Mylar dragonflies, wisteria, and grapes for weeks. I suspect the ornament painting will go on well into the evening.

Tuesday, I am teaching School to Museum Partnership at the museum where I work (not the one where I volunteer). SchMus, as it is called for short, is a writing and art program. Tomorrow, it is eighth graders from a city school. We are talking about hyperbole and making a project that involves a five-pound block of Silly Putty. Don’t ask. SchMus ends at 11:30, which is the exact time that I’m supposed to be all the way at the other end of the site to teach in the galleries. Oops, I need to prepare for that today, yikes. The teaching in the galleries ends at the exact time that I am supposed to be at the University of Pittsburgh Archives Service Center to straighten out loan paperwork and schedule a photo shoot for a print catalog. By the time that is over, I would love to eat something and pass out, however, I must paint more ornaments!

Wednesday, I have to creep up to Monroeville to pick up the standing rib roast for our non-turkey, turkey dinner. Then, it is off in search of something clever to use as tree skirts. I can’t be around the public the day before a holiday, so I will probably have to cut the shopping trip short, but that’s ok, because there are always more ornaments to paint. Oh, and did I mention the tree toppers that still need to be made? At 2:30, my sanity arrives in the form of a riding lesson. A riding lesson is the only thing I do in a week that is useful only to me. For an hour, my teacher actually pays attention to me, and a big yellow horse does the hard work. When I sadly part with George the horse, I have to drive the previously mentioned rib roast to my mother’s house in Greensburg.

Can you see how my days get used up, but the time never amounts to anything? Someone suggested over the weekend that I take my laptop with me, and write when I’m not at home! That’s very funny. Perhaps, I could dictate something into a tape recorder while I am running down the sidewalk at the museum. The next three days are actually very slow days because I don’t have any evening engagements. Usually, I am out at least two evenings a week to fulfill obligations for my husband’s job. My feet are stuck in mud. I’m completely burned out. I haven’t been on vacation in many years. Perhaps, I should disappear into the sewing room for a much needed rest. It would be so easy to get lost in there! Anyone else want to hide in the sewing room with me??

6 comments:

Tory said...

Need a sewing project? Our church dance group needs long A-line dresses for our Winter Solstice Celebration. We can't pay you, but the congregation will sure appreciate the results!

(Wait, that's like your other unpaid gigs, isn't it?) :-)

Anonymous said...

Oh Tory! No more assignments!

Gina said...

Actually, your life sounds interesting, especially the rendezvous with George. Where do you ride?

Let's see -- yesterday I grocery shopped, fought with my email system (which had piled up close to 300 unread messages that it wouldn't let me open), figured out how to resolve a plot issue in my WIP, re-watched one of the Harry Potter movies (Goblet of Fire), argued with the cats about when they ought to come inside, and did some cooking (trying holiday recipes from Vegetarian Times). I tried a lot of recipes last week, too, then managed to dump (uh - I mean graciously provide) the piled up leftovers to a friend on Saturday, in the guise of getting together to watch old Amos and Andy shows on DVD.

Today, tomorrow and Wednesday I'll work 8 hours at this law firm. Nothing is scheduled, so I'll be writing complaints and looking for missing Defendants to serve them on. One of the partners is out of town, so I may be getting some of his emergency calls from utility clients.

Tomorrow evening I'll want to go folk dancing but will probably be too tired to do it, so I'll stay home and watch tv instead.

Wednesday evening, I have an appointment that I may be too tired to go to.

Thursday, I'll be going to my brother's for Thanksgiving dinner, bringing Stouffer's macaroni & cheese because nobody likes the more exotic and interesting things I cook in real life.

With any luck, I can write on Thursday morning, Friday and the weekend, and maybe get together with friends and/or make up with the cats.

See why I think your life sounds interesting?

Joyce said...

Wow, Brenda. I need a rest after just reading your post!

Annette said...

Brenda, I think you ought to horse-jack George and go on a long trail ride...like for the next three weeks.

I actually had a productive day yesterday...the type of productive that ultimately results in income! I scheduled a private yoga session for next week and I confirmed my arrangements to teach at a writer's retreat in February. Now if only the rest of this week could be so productive...

Cathy said...

I'm getting tired just reading what you are doing (and Gina). Think I'll take a little nap. Please take it easy so you don't wear me out.