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Monday, February 12, 2024

#137 - Where we lost #58

Well, another Super Bowl is in the books, and another loss by the 49ers to the Chiefs.  In spectacular fashion, in the last 9 seconds of OT.  Disappointing for a great year by our team. They led most of the game. Ever faithful by the bay, the Bang Bang Niner Gang just didn't pull it off.  The Chiefs did to them what they did to Green Bay, and the Lions.  I guess Karma is a bitch sometimes.

So, it's onward and onward now. Not getting to go visit my mentor at our favorite ice cream place today is a concerning disappointment as well. She is very under the weather, and suffers from lots of the physical ailments that can take a toll as we age.  She is still full of verbal and communicative spunk, and I sure hope she gets better enough soon for an in person visit.

And I continue februllaging away.  Want to set a short time limit on completing each work.  I want to do more with less and eliminate the inner critic so I just let is flow and let it go.  Also, I was so happy to get a mention from the Paris Collage Collective on last week's prompt.  And my final Postal Collaboration Project #13 for the Berkeley Commonplace finally came back to me and after much clean up from the water damage to it, and rearranging, I will be sending it off soon. So that's one upcoming exhibition.  I have some label art going off for another exhibition in Seattle.  So I guess my art is making progress.

Now most importantly - this week I vow to get back to the script and writing.  I really want to complete this thing soon. So I can seriously look at reviewing and rewriting and tightening the script.  My script.  The one that is part of be my legacy.  I am counting on it.

Speaking of legacy, I'm getting pretty tired of the overwhelming presence of the Vault around here, and must keep on working towards organization and elimination. Time for a game plan.  Discipline ebay listings. Sell off some of the excess ephermera, which I need to organize with better access for creation. And clarity.  And the pool table, which my husband misses; I know.  But this really has to be the year I come into my own. I want to get my kicks on my own Route 66, and I only have a few months before this trip around the sun is complete.

It's a new day in this year of the Dragon.  Let's put some fire out there. 


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