Calmed down as usual

Perhaps it is the Irish in me, or perhaps it is just the fact that I am a slow thinker, but the flash temper has given way to the pragmatic and I am a great deal calmer today as a result. Decisions made by people around me are not my decisions - I am not personally responsible for them, nor are their choices endorsed by me, therefore I should not be so easily shaken by them. I must remain true to myself and let them bear the burden of their own actions. If it gets beyond bearing for me and mine, we will simply walk away. Once again, I ask myself why I get so darned riled?

A teeth gritting week

Some series of days are more trying than others and this week has been a teeth gritter. Monday and Tuesday was moderately annoying but these last two - - whew. I just got back from being down state for two days at a meeting. Typical of annual, statewide meetings, there was some good social interaction and the emotional boost that being validated by people in your chosen profession can do. Much of that was good. There were even a few good speakers. Of course, there was also some political posturing that always makes me set my jaw in impatience. I have little tolerance for self-elevating attitudes anyway and when I am 'clerk-slapped' I find it exceedingly difficult to maintain my professional decorum. Add a steadily emerging headcold, a Hilton that felt that the wireless was worth an extra 10 (I refused to pay that when the Starbucks WiFi was free IN THE LOBBY), and finding out when I placed my bedtime call that my institution is withdrawing support from their retirees' insurance coverage and I am ... mad. That last one directly impacts my life. I took tomorrow off, too, so that I could get ready for a biannual flea market that I like to sell at and I am really glad now. I wouldn't want to go in there tomorrow. As for now, I am glad to be home -- home, where my thoughts escaping, home where my music's playing, home where my love lies waiting... silently for me.

Commision of . . .

I just left a meeting with a potential art patron and it may be one of my more difficult and ambiguous commisions. The person wants a "painting that is 3 or 4 feet by 4 or 5 feet - oils - no subject or anything - reds and yellows but he likes blues - no, it is for my friend for a housewarming gift - by next month - style? abstract, didn't I say that?"
whew.
Read my mind, will ya? And be quick and cheap while you're at it.
I do have summer school to pay for - but terms like hooker stray to mind. I need to think this one through.

The Masked Man

It has always amazed me that the main premise behind the anonymity of the mask was based on the inability of everyone to recognize the person. If I had never met you, maybe the lack of description about the face might hinder BUT if I knew you at all, I would know how you move, and gesture, and even stand in a relaxed pose . . . Even at a distance. Recognition goes beyond cheeks and browline. I would know Zorro in the grocery store. Superman would still be Superman in Osco even if he had his glasses on. Come on!

That being said, I know that there is just so much anonymity to be had in the blog world so I will always try and be civil when I am voicing my opinions, on my own time (break or lunch and after hours), and professionally casual.

This is the first blog to a new endeavor. I am moving here from Xanga and it feels a bit like standing bare naked in your back yard - you aren't sure if anyone is looking but if they do, you are afterall - naked.
I will grow it bit by bit as time allows, choosing fonts and colors and things as I go.
Enjoy....or not.