Life is good for me but several of my friends are in transition. Paddy’s new boyfriend moved in after four months of dating. It’s not going well. Cindi has decided to liquidate her business after seventeen years. She’s trying to reinvent her life. Mack may have to move in with his father who lives in Phoenix. He has no money and can’t make ends meet on part-time work at Crate & Barrel. He’s borrowed money from all of his friends. It’s going to be an interesting summer.
After the art tour, I took Cindi by her warehouse so she could get pick up her laptop. I had to stop for what seemed like a two-thousand car freight train just two blocks from the warehouse. I snapped a few pics as the train sped by. To my surprise, some turned out to be a self-portraits.
More on the art tour later. I may, or may not, have picked up something at Mai Wynn Fine Art.
Perry and I attended the opening at Space Gallery tonight. It was more of a collector’s crowd than a First Friday crowd. The men were handsomely dressed and a lot of the women were in dresses and four-inch heels. The art was abstract and colorful. It was a fun night. Another round of openings is slated for Friday night. I’m looking forward to the end of the work week.
At times, I forget to be grateful for my life. I go to work, go to the gym, eat, keep house, tend to the yard, spend money, pay bills, hang out with friends and hit the gallery openings. I get to do what I want, when I want. I forget how blessed I am to have the life I have. Then something happens that shakes me to the core.
Jacqueline invited Paddy and me to a fundraiser on Saturday night for a dance company she supports. In addition to being a hair stylist, Jacqueline also teaches yoga and dance along with being a massage therapist. She lends her considerable talents to the dance troupe.
The dance troupe welcomes all. Some dancers are blind, some are deaf, several are confined to wheelchairs and a few are professional dancers. The dancers include children, teenagers and adults.
The benefit was a two-act performance at the Colorado Ballet’s rehearsal space. The highlight of the evening was a performance that started out with a solo by thirty-something paraplegic man. The man could only slightly move one arm. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.
A year earlier, the man was riding his bike when he was hit by a car. His life changed in an instant.
I felt like I had been slapped in the face. I take so much of my life for granted. I often forget how fortunate I am.
I saw this woman at the gym yesterday while I was doing cardio. I’ve never seen her before. I was shocked by how thin she was yet she was doing cardio. I wondered if she was recovering from an illness, had an eating disorder, or was just a naturally thin person.
I needed a login to access a database I use in my new job. I had to open a ticket with the IT helpdesk in order to request a login id. The new login id was emailed with the default password of CBGBOMFUG. At least someone in IT has a sense of humor. Do you get it? If not, click here.