It is Friday and two things occurred to me.
My friend Christine who I run Flip Kids with told me that in 8-10 years I would be noticeably crankier than I am now. This comes after dealing with a somewhat cantankerous windbag subcontractor. Hm. 🤔 That sounds kinda harsh. This guy was basically wicked nice and helpful. I helped him by moving his supplies with Christine, doing light carpentry to spec, and regularly cleaning the job site. He got all pissy when he demanded to paid under-the-table after a job was done. Well, mostly done. He didn’t really finish. He then jacked the price 33% and foisted further financial responsibility onto someone else. I’m clearly cranky about this. Too late, short story long of it is: I don’t want to be a cranky windbag when I’m 50. I’d rather go the other way. Still be slightly neurotic and verbose, but is on a clear trajectory towards peaceful older guy. I set an alarm for 5.19.2031 to check in with my status. Maybe I can even report about it here. that kind of stability would be remarkable.
The Town of Rockland has a Public Arts Department, (?, Council? Guild? Panel? I’m not sure what it is). This year they initiated n effort to have local artists decorate the utility boxes located beside intersections. If you notice them, you’ll then see them beside every set of four stoplights. They are roughly 6’x3’x2’ boxes. They offered the opportunity to local artists to submit designs to be considered. As luck would have it, they accepted my design. Basically, the idea was for flowers growing out of shoes to be singing a song about Rockland. I’ll try and post the sketch. I don’t think anyone has any idea as to what I’ll paint. I will adhere to the no profanity, drugs, nudity, etc. That seems reasonable for public art. Rockland is a family friendly sort of town. This is what I’m excited for: the ability to leave my home in the middle,of the night, wander over to a highly visible intersection, and doodle on public property. Now, me, I, I have never defaced public property. I’ve always wondered about how it would feel. I can only imagine it would be exhilarating; the wind in your hair, the demanding pressure and adrenaline that comes with drawing on walls in the dead of night. I know that I have entered a new age bracket because I’m not going out, (the box is only .4 miles from my house), because it’s a little chilly out. That fact, to me, is hysterical. These kids today, with their fancy shoes and hip dances.
I guess I can see why someone would get the impression that in 10 years I could maybe be a cantankerous goblin. I’d like to avoid that. Anyone should feel free to let me know if I seem to be getting especially chagrined with everything.
