Monday, July 25, 2011

Summer of Neglect

The past two weeks have been filled with a lot of amazing events, none of which involving art.
A Grease sing along (I do not sing and have never seen was still really amazing)
a picnic on the Hudson for baristas
riding up to Joe Columbia University (aka from Union Square up to 120th and then back down all the way to Brooklyn 23miles!)
attempting to go to the Moth story slam, but faced with the possibility that we would have to stand the whole time we opted for ice cream instead.
going to VA for a 5.5 mile hike on the AP trail (it was too hot and I wore my 5 fingers because I am simultaneously stupid and ambitious)
tubing for 4 hours, instead of 2, because "off season" means rapids have become rock gardens and the current is as lazy as dogs in 90 degree heat (my butt is still bruised)
playing with dogs and swimming in a pool
17 mile run from Park Slope to the Central Park Reservoirs (yes I am training for something...namely the Portland, OR marathon) In fact, it has been taking up a good 3-4 hours of my time on weekends not including the rest of the day I am left languishing on the couch with my feet elevated, which is also taking a huge bite out of my art time.
birthday picnic in the prospect park

Now, I am doing laundry and wondering how exactly I am going to catch up with Illustration Friday, laundry, cat hair, my own huge jew mane, my website, the childrens book, and everything else that comes with being too social for my own good.
I find it hard to maintain a life and be productive. Off to pick up the pieces and somehow squeeze in the final Harry Potter movie and the Alexander McQueen exhibit.


Jennifer Noel Bower said...

living is in the doing and your summer sounds divine. I am sure the paints don't mind and will patiently await your arrival when summer wanes to fall.

charrow said...

you are so right. I just have a minor case of hypergraphia...or hyperguoachia in my case.