Monday, November 07, 2005

I am dead

But someone please kill me to make sure. I woke up at 5 a.m. in Maryland, got on a train to Philadelphia at 6:40, arrived at 8:30 then prepared for the clients until 12:30 then maintained clients until 7:30 and am now in the train station to come home and it's 8:00 and my train is running late and I want to go home so bad. Fooey. That's all. Also, I am harvesting wicker baskets in my mouth hole. It is very Chesapeake Bay back deck.

6 comments:

mountain man said...

I hate wicker blisters. They are for those who are guilty of trash talking. I am guilty as charged. All day long.

Mountain Man said...

I got home at 10 finally. Lugged large suitcase full of heavy equipment up five flights. I am not well today, a grody cold with wicker canker sores in mouth. I AM DISGUSTING!!!! There are weeds growing on my face, a sorry kind of stubble. Plenitude comes only to my bowels.

I am going to tie myself up with an extension cord and place chocolate milk cartons just out of my reach. I will struggle to get them, but not ever be able to. Such will be my task today.

fairy butler said...

mm, let yourself free from the cords. drink the choco milk and climb up on a thistle. bask in the sun. you are a sweet mountain child that just needs a little tlc. how were the clients yesterday?

mountain man said...

They were ok. Mostly. Some still lazy, others are surprising me with cool art. It was digital camera demo day and I decided to do it one by one rather than as a whole group. So they would really get it, you know? I helped 7 kids get their work shot. I felt like it was helpful. I often feel when addressing them as a group they don't pay attention very well and I really wanted them to have some images of their work and they can only use the equipment under my supervision. So. There was no way around it, I think. Next week I finish helping the other half of the class and teach them photoshop basics. Many of them seem scared of equipment and computer programs. I try to tell them I am not a tech person AT ALL but you figure out what you need to to get by. It's no big deal, I try to say.

It was all in all a long day. The seminar class is last, after the critiques, after the independent study person. I wish it was first so I could get it overwith. It's always such a source of angst.....oh well. They are the guinea pigs, no way around it.

fairy butler said...

sounds like it was ok then? good! one more class down!!!

mountain man said...

yeah FB, thanks for your asks. I think and hope it was ok. i do.

but my eyeholes are filled with small flecks of bacon. I blame no one but myself. Why do flecks of foodstuffs always have to bombard my body parts. It's like lice but not.