Tired but content

I had a tremendous and relaxing weekend at a bluegrass festival in another state - man was it exactly what I needed. By the second day I could feel my core decompress. Eat, play music, nap in the grass, visit with dear friends, eat, play music. There were also structured concerts at mid afternoon and 8 in the evening, both made up of 4-5 bands from around the states and Canada. I took homework but twice I was caught with a wide open notebook and a matching, snoring mouth in the shade of a lovely tree. I played spoons all over camp until I had bruises ...And my husband played his pre-war K with anybody who needed him. He is such an incredible musician that he always surprises people. He's so humble - never tells them how he used to play professionally in Colorado.
Coming home was bittersweet though. I ended up staying up to some ungodly hour this morning finishing my studies and am now beyond tired. I dozed off at my keyboard. So as of now I am going home...And I will be going to bed e.a.r.l.y tonight.

Another crossroads

I have stopped for a brief moment to stand at this place, this milemarker on my road, so that I may take a moment to look around. The weather is mild but warm and the breeze substantial. The day and my burdens are certainly not unbearable. This next leg of the journey should not be too bad either, I think. I'll see, shortly.

My job is settling into a pace dictated by the current phase of the consortial merger in conjunction with year end at the library. I am only peripherally impacted by the crossing of yet another institutional threshold. This controlled agility is purely by my own design and I am somewhat prideful about it. The potential is absolutely there to destroy me if I were to allow it to but I will not. I plan to keep walking forward until I have to leave this established path because for now, it affords the easiest going. Both I and my husband have a year ahead with a fair amount of positive potential and that would be best served by staying exactly where we are and doing what we are doing - while maintaining our usual high standards.

My summer school class starts Monday and I am scared- as usual-but I'll get over it.

Other than that, I am looking forward to the bits of summer -- finishing another class toward my degree, playing at a bluegrass festival in another state, attending a family reunion where I will sit up half the night talking to my paternal grandmother (who is 105 years old), paint, and play in my garden.

I am adding this picture to my profile ...
Goes without saying to anyone who knows me that I'm such an odd mix of 'who I am's' - being a painter and a librarian are just two bits to the mix.

The pallette and books are mine.