So I was painting last night, finally with A/C (I'll tell that bit in a minute) and drinking some water, a glass filled to the top with ice and liquid, when I reached over for a brush... or something.... and knocked it over. Oops. Now if you were painting with oil or using pastels, or using watercolors (god forbid), then you'd be (f--) fill in the rest there. I, however, was not. Thank you acrylic paints! Simply pat and dry and you are on your way!
Anyway, it's been about 103 degrees in NYC more of less for the past few days (week?) and I've suffered through it, sweating in my shorts and tank top... but I hit the tipping point two days ago (I guess when I got to the days off pattern in my week - it's like 55 at work!) and I couldn't stand it anymore. I almost passed out a few times, though I think that's due to lack of drinking water and my blood pressure meds and standing up too quickly). So anyway, I NEEDED to finish my book, but I couldn't in the windowless studio of mine, so I went to my landlady and asked her to get my air conditioner from the basement.
(my windowless "studio")
After speaking in Polish to the guy who doesn't speak any english they concluded that there was no air conditioner in the basement! I said "But... but... you guys put it there. You TOLD me to take it out of my window and put it in the basement." She went on to blame me for not doing something sooner. She asked me why I wanted one now. She said the heat wave was almost over. Um, what difference did it make? It was MY air conditioner! (well, it's more complicated than that. She gave me 80 dollars to buy one and I ended up buying a 200 dollar one. But she knew that because I told her. She said - here's 80 TOWARDS one). She says "Well, the 2nd floor has their own, and the first floor brought their own, so I don't know who could have taken it. Did you throw it out?" "NO!" I said. "It was BRAND NEW!" She talked in Polish some more and then said "Here, here, come outside with me." She gestures towards the back window - "Is this yours?" I looked at the back of a metal contraption. How could I tell? but then I read the words ""LG." "Yeah, I think it is. I have the remote control upstairs. We can find out right now if it is because if it is I cant shut theirs off. I was silently INFURIATED because this meant the 1st floor people had TWO air conditioners. " She shook her head and said "I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do..."
You know what, I don't know why I"m going on and on about my damn air conditioner. I think I've been so hot I've lost my mind! I'm going to stop talking about it. Anyway, that's a long enough post about nothing. I want to talk about something else. I've been so bitter about everything lately. I've felt that my life is a complete waste of time. I mean, I've been so sick and I've seen people get married and have kids and I'm thinking to myself that none of that will happen and I'm just going to be that stupid sick person that everyone has to worry about. I won't be able to get work done on time and no one will want to work with me. My life will be worthless. Then I have these terrible thoughts that why couldn't this happen to someone else? someone who doesn't want to do so much with their life? Isn't that AWFUL? Do I value people just by their accomplishments? Apparently so. WOW. What is this, dear diary??? I'm waaaay off base here.
Back to the point of this. I was at work the other day and a guy came up to me with his kid. He was all paranoid about me thinking they were going to steal this black presentation book. I calmed them down and told them it was fine to "try" it out and told them it was fine for the boy to put his art in it to see how it looked. The kid was SO excited to see how his art looked in the book. He begged his dad to buy the book. He said "You don't know how happy this makes me!" It was obvious to me that he hadn't gotten much art training. I asked him what grade he was in and he said 12th. I guess that meant he was going to graduate this coming year. I asked him what he wanted to do as a career and he said graphic design. I gave him a few tips as to where he could buy cheap art supplies. He knew nothing about this stuff! I wish I gave him my contact info or something, although maybe that would be weird? It just makes me think that if I had more time that I'd love to stop by inner city schools when I could and go to the art depts. to help with portfolios (if they even get that far) and such. It seems sad that kids have such enthusiasm but no guidance. Needless to say, I was inspired by the boy's enthusiasm. I remember how excited I was now, when I was his age. I need to keep more of that with me.