Sometimes you have to take the leap in to the great unknown and try something new and while I have no desire to audition for this talent show extravaganza, I am looking forward to playing hooky and making my way to Newark and the New Jersey Performing Arts Center to observe all the festivities.
Let's just hope the weather cooperates and a blizzard (or hail storm, or gale force winds, or icy conditions) doesn't require me to sit it out at home. Nothing like the best plans....
For those of you who don't like spoilers (especially ones received the night before the day itself) I offer no words of consolation. Once again we are having a snow day and I am blissfully surrounded by my family members who have managed to miraculously wake up before noon on a day that they don't have to go to school. With regards to the lack of anything interesting to eat (according to the junior set) we will have to brave the elements in quest of more food stuffs so that when my son's friends appear at our door they don't starve due to the exhaustive effort they made to get here. (Please don't remind me that I always said I wanted children....) A huge bag of popcorn kernels await so perhaps with a little mindfulness at the stove- some smiling faces will once again be mine, however temporarily the appreciation lasts.
And a few snowy images courtesy of the dogwood tree that graces our front yard (as requested by my spouse.)
For some of you (like my children), this might be the best thing ever! But since last week was finals' week at our high school, and because my kids like to hide in their rooms when they are not in school, and since my h.s. senior only had to take two finals (don't ask), I have had the extended pleasure of two (mostly) adult sized individuals who make voluminous amounts of food disappear regularly while appearing to do absolutely nothing at all. I have discussed in the past how this behavior affects me and in response to which I strive to invoke my higher power (detach, disengage) and try to be as productive as I can while co-habitating with said individuals (son and daughter) who often make me feel more than a little weird. It's in these distinct moments that I reach back, when they were much smaller than me, a pleasure to know (mostly) and a treat to call myself their mother (most of the time.) Forgive all the parentheses (must be a cabin fever kind of thing) and hope you enjoy this image from a housebound moment from yesteryear.
It's always worthwhile to support a friend in their creative endeavors so James and I were happy to go to Brooklyn yesterday for the opening of Gerry Hovagimyan's show (ANA)CHRONISMS++ at Transfer Gallery. Gerry has a flair for incorporating technology and performance in to his work and yesterday proved no exception to his excellent showmanship. I always like art that makes me think and re imagine my own efforts in a new light. Sometimes youth seems the only desirable commodity worth notice, but Gerry's quest to invent and interpret seems timeless and futuristic at the same time.
February 1 means different things to different people- but around here it means my brain is percolating hard to create a new message for my favorite holiday. Call me sentimental if you will, but caring for others, creating art and doing good works are what keep my world turning.
Wishing you more love than you need- and giving more love than you thought possible.
