Artful Scheme of Happiness

Breather

The last week has seen a whirlwind of activity. I have worked a 50-hour week, run back and forth and back and forth purchasing furniture, had all of my locks rekeyed and my walls repainted, chauffeured my painter/decorator all around town for supplies ... in short, there hasn't been much rest. Until now.

Because I'm locked inside of my own house. The new lock seems to have broken; the doorknob won't retract it, and here I sit, late for a party. (My decorator, taken aback by my suddenly foul mood, retreated to her room to watch TV and make curtains. I think she's afraid that I'll lower her over the balcony into the ravine to forage for nuts and berries for our dinner.) Sigh.

posted by art @ 7:00 PM

Roar

I came into work for a little while this afternoon, to try to get ahead for the week. My painter/decorator arrives tomorrow for a week-long stay and I would like to spend as much time supervising her as possible. (I told that story to one person here and he said it sounded very glamorous, like I was Murphy Brown. And then I spilled the beans: the painter is my mother. Not so glam but way more fun. And maybe a little gay.)

Anyway, here I sit at work, loving the documents, and I can hear the roar of the crowd from the Seahawks stadium where some game or another seems to be taking place. Or maybe they're filming a beer commercial. I don't keep up with stadium events, you know. It sounds like these people are having a lot of fun, though, and it's distracting me from the task at hand. Making me think about things like rugs and tables and the adorable burnished-orange leather chaise longue I have my eye on for my den. You know, kind of like my decorating sense has a cheering section.

If only.

posted by art @ 1:35 PM