As if on cue, my washing machine began spewing water from its base at the weekend. I caught it all with towels and newspapers (thankful of my hoard) before any damage was caused. I’m trying to stay positive – it happened while I was there after all, but using every ‘spare’ penny I have to fund my trip, means that any repair will have to wait.
I woke at 5.30 this morning. I was thinking of how much dog food I would need to drop off at the various friends and family who will be minding the dogs while I’m away. What a stupid thing to think about so early.
I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t so I got up. I read my emails. I looked at the stats at my website – which had shot up since Debra had started promoting the exhibition over in Jamestown. I realised that a couple of the posts that had received the most hits, had out of date information on them, so I re-wrote them.
Then I looked at the weather forecast. It was going to be dry. I dug out laundry from the basket from the last couple of days and began hand washing it – to drip dry on the line. I thought of my mother, who thought nothing of doing this. It wasn’t so bad I suppose, but how long can I keep this up? Can I rely on the weather for at least another week?
The journey to work on the bus, was filled with email correspondences with artists about the exhibition. Missed deadlines etc. and when I got near the gates, I caught up with one of my work colleagues. I stopped myself from moaning about being tired when I realised she had just come from her early morning cleaning job, straight to working with me. Working part time ( or full time for that matter) in a public sector job and trying to make a living wage, don’t mix. I had taken the last of the full time jobs after the last cull.
So now I’m tired. I need to make small works that will sell in the exhibition. Well, obviously not now, but when I get home later. I’ve been thinking about this for ages, but it just isn’t coming. The more I think about it, the harder it becomes and I just end up worrying about things like dog food :-(
