Inspiration Found!

We have hail! Pea-size hail. It didn’t actually wake me. Thunder woke me about 0230. Then the rainstorm started. Now hail at 0500. Wonder if this will hold over until time for class. I could use a day off after yesterday…

Best Ensem!
I was in desperate need of inspiration, and I thought I’d get a jump on my new project (in addition to all of the coursework I really need to be working on!), so I went to the Deep Ellum Arts Festival yesterday. Great art, music, food and lots of dogs, partly because of the dog parade. I’m posting some of the pics on Facebook. This is the dog that gave me the biggest smile. 


They were working it!
So, what’s my new project? I mentioned back in March that I applied for the UTD artist residency at CentralTrak. I am looking at the past and present artists living/working in Deep Ellum. There were several artists presenting at the festival that are from the area. Yeah! That gives me a start. I met several and told them what I’m planning. All that I spoke to seemed interested! Now, I just need to find some time to get together with them, and soon.

Even if I don’t get into the residency, I intend to work on this project. I have found that I can take the DART to the area so that I don’t have to pay for parking and gas. Plus, as a UTD student, I don’t have to pay for the DART pass! I can put up with an hour of travel time to and from downtown. You run into some unusual fragrances, which can turn into interesting material for other little projects. My texts to Dan:

Sitting at railstation. Feet n back hurt. Windblown but no longer hot since sitting n shade now. Iz all good. Met some local artists n found couple artist groups. Think got some good pics but too bright out here to tell. Headed to apt for much needed nap. Omg there was this dude sitting next to me on the last train passing those silent but deadlies. I thought I might gag outloud. Thank god it was a short trip! Omg hurt from head to toe. Even my boobs hurt when I took off bra. This is crazy…

I’ll come up with someway to use those. At least my body stopped hurting, except for my left hip. I’m falling apart at the ripe ole age of 40-something… 48 – I had to think about it for a minute.

Wait! Does anyone remember the show 30-Something? Hope + Michael, Elliot + Nancy, Ellen, Gary, and Melissa, the only 20-something on the show. In real life, Michael and Nancy were married. I forget their real names. I was only 20-something at the time; couldn’t wait to say that I was 30-something back then. Now I can barely remember my 30-somethings, and it wasn’t that long ago. I think I have selectivememoritis. Either that or oltimers is setting in.

Okay. I have reading to do for my class today, which apparently I will be attending. The hail has stopped, though not the rain… Ooh. I kinda like that line. Must find a way to use it.

Quote for the day: This is Texas. If you don’t like the weather, just wait a few minutes; it’ll change.

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