I've suddenly got some new neighbors at the shop this week.... these hideously HUGE, black, roach-like beetle things have taken up residence here. I'm sure that they're some sort of water bug visiting from the depths of hell (a.k.a. the basement of this building) -- but they freak me the fuck out. I came in today to find two of them parked in front of the stock room door. I thought they were dead --- til I stomped next to them and they scurried towards me -- causing me to scream at the top of my lung for a full minute. I'm keeping a can of RAID under the desk now.... I cannot deal. I just can't.
Each month, when I have a new show in the gallery coming up -- I spend a day postering certain neighborhoods here in town -- I make the rounds, hanging posters in local businesses, and have never had a problem, til this month. I've noticed that a few of the posters that I put up, or left to be put up, are not there anymore. Seth made the posters for his show himself -- and I love them -- but part of the image includes a pentagram...... and I think that several business removed the posters because of it. Which makes me really sad ---- and ummmm..... angry.
The posters are amazing -- and they took Seth time and money to make... if people had problems with them, I wish they would have called and told me -- I mean, I know the owners of these places.... I would have gone and taken the posters back -- it makes me furious to know they probably ended up in the trash. People have the right to do what they like in their businesses. Absolutely. As a business owner, I completely respect that. I guess I'm just having one of those moments where I'm blown away that I live in a city where people would remove a poster for an art opening because it had a pentagram on it. I mean, sure, someone may have loved the poster and taken it -- I've been getting requests for them at the space --- but it's just too much of a coincidence that that many of them would have vanished within a couple days of my putting them up. I don't think I'll be leaving posters in those spots again.
Ahhhhhhh............... Omaha.
I've acquired a couple of new admirers over the past couple of weeks. The first is a very inquisitive 11 year old boy named Ja'Kwai who spent an hour in the shop with me during the Benson Day Festival -- touching everything on my desk and asking me about 100 questions. He's been back to the shop three times in the past week... the last time he came in -- he asked about "My man" and why I wasn't married yet ----- oh sweetie, I don't even know where to begin with that one.
My other "admirer" is actually more of an early stage stalker... this older man with a serious drinking problem who keeps coming to the store to tell me that I've "left an impression on him"...... yeeeeeaaaaah. He's also stalking the woman who owns the bakery across the street, while freaking out her staff a bit. I think she's getting the worst of it -- since he was so impressed by her that he's making a portrait of her. My sister thinks I need a taser to keep in my desk ---- this guy is making me feel like she might be right.
My friends Shane and Keri are moving back to the states this summer -- into a lovely home in CT.... this Friday, the movers are coming to pick up the lovely instruments and furniture I've been keeping for them over the past year.... I am truly going to miss having them at the house... especially the piano. I can't play to save my life -- but I love the idea of having a piano in the house.... I'd love to try and find a cheapie I can get .... maybe on craigslist.... hmmmmm.....
My throat hurts today. Not sure why.
For some reason, it feels like George Carlin was supposed to live forever. Not sure why.
I haven't been sleeping well lately. Actually -- that's not quite right.... I haven't been sleeping lately. Period. I fall asleep just fine --- but have been waking up at about 3am every morning and ummmm --- that's it. I've been reading, sewing, watching movies.... this morning, I got up and did some laundry..... I'm just not sleeping anymore, and it's starting to take a toll. I'm forgetting things --- and feel extra clumsy.... and just "off" all day long. By 11pm, I'm desperate to be in my bed -- only to find myself there, fours hours later -- wide awake and a little pissed off about it.
The bad thing is ------ I know what's wrong. I just don't know what to do about it.
*sigh*
In the evening, darling
When the sun goes down
In the evening
When the sun goes down
It's so lonesome and lonesome
When the one you love is not around
Last night I was laying sleeping, darling
All by myself
Last night I was laying sleeping, darling
All by myself
And the one I really really love
He was laying somewhere else
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Who's the song lyric by? And who is it about?
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