Friday at Last

I'm still here. Is anyone else?

I had jury duty on Monday and Tuesday. Criminal court. It was a murder trial, and I was not picked to be on the jury. My demographic (white, female, middle class, living in one of the more genteel neighborhoods in Queens) was not desired in this particular case, by the prosecution or the defense.

It did give me a couple of days to think about what I want to do for the new anthology, so I did a little sketching when I was there.

I am strongly considering letting my hair go and not coloring it any longer. I wouldn't walk around with some ridiculous stripe of uncolored hair and orangey ends. I'd go get it highlighted and have some temporary thing put on. But the idea of coloring my hair for the next ten to twenty years has become unpleasant. I'm not completely decided, but I'm thinking it's probable. Hey, if I hate it, the ash blonde with some grey strands in it, I can always color it again, eh?

I just signed up to take a painting class from Betty, and am excited about that. I had a period when I was in grad school, there towards the end, where I had started doing some work in oils. I'd like to get back to that.

So that's what's new here.

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She Had a Pleasant Elevation

Thanks for the birthday wishes, everyone. 40. I still can't believe it.

Things are good at the new job. Busy, but not too much yet. I know that the time will come when I will be one of the ones staying until 11:00, so I am enjoying the breaking in period when I get to leave at a decent hour. It is tiring though, having to really think and take in all of the new information. I've found it difficult to be motivated to do much of anything after work except sit on my ass in front of the t.v. and fall asleep on the couch.

But I did start a little sketchbook comic this weekend, but it's slow going. I've sort of let doing something new turn into "a thing." And I need to just get over it and draw. I had an email tonight from my drawing teacher, the one who led the New Hampshire workshop. I consider that an omen of some sort, even though, as a godless atheist, I'm not supposed to believe in those. I have a deadline looming for another anthology, so I need to get back in the saddle here. I'm considering taking a painting class in October, just six sessions, from the New Hampshire workshop teacher, whose name is Betty Tompkins (Shanna, you would love her). Y'all should google her to see what she does (not safe for work, by the way).

So I'm just trying to get it together right now, to rebalance work work and personal work and yoga work and working out work. I'll get there.

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