Weird and Hot Day in Seattle
I have moved into the lobby of the Westin. I sit here and type and talk on the phone. It is my office, I wonder if I could get away with sleeping here.
I have moved into the lobby of the Westin. I sit here and type and talk on the phone. It is my office, I wonder if I could get away with sleeping here.
I am in Seattle and in the Emergence Room in the Swedish hospital with my Dad.
My pain, broadly speaking, was acute most of today. Breathless and agitated in my body, it was a wonder I could think at all. But despite my inner and outer paralysis, I plowed through and made myself work. While I resisted crying.
They are startling in their glory. All my demons, having a roast, a toast, a feast, a BBQ, a game of charades, a picnic, a ritual sacrifice, and a game of badminton all at once.
And I just got in and I gotta go straight to bed cause we gotta get up in just a few hours.
I have been working on the 323 show that opens in less then three weeks, combing through my photos and trying to read my blog to pull out excerpts, and it has been so hard, embarrassing in fact. It only just occurred to me, I have a (small) solo show that features my writing and my photos.
