This is me trying to play catch-up with my musty museless memoir.
Three weeks ago, David was “scheming” as usual and had decided that we should bike to Ohiopyle State Park, Maryland, or all the way to Washington, D.C. Well, you can’t say we didn’t try. We took off last Saturday and by Sunday, I was sick. I got the flu. This was the first time I’ve ever been sick while on an outdoor trek. I felt really bad for foiling his scheme. I couldn’t hold any food down and this isn’t the best diet to have while attempting to bike through a state. Needless to say, we didn’t get very far. We were only 17 miles from Ohiopyle [one hour of riding], but I could go no further. We ending up stopping every half-mile and I would collapse onto the trailside or I would have to visit nature’s restroom. Although it sounds like an unpleasant trip, it was barrels of fun.
Two weeks ago, Sara Monkey came down from Ithaca to me a long-needed visit and we, too, had lots and lots of merriment. She is truly an amazing person. She may honestly be the only one on this earth to understand the inner-chaos of this Sloth. We had lots of plans, particularly going to the Cleveland Museum of Art [directly across the street from C.I.A.] to feed our inner culture-saplings, but…well, we forgot. Sara Monkey stayed for a few days and on the last day my mother asked us how the museum was and we had completely overlooked that activity. My mother just pursed her lips and shook her head in knowing wonder at our inherent absentmindedness that only increases exponentially when in each other’s company. When we’re together, we tend to let time melt away like an April snow. Sara and I could spend the entire day in bed and feel like we’ve traveled to Tunisia and back. …and that’s why I treasure my friendship with Sara.
Last week, my aunt Mary Ann took me down to West Virginia to visit and possibly drop off my portfolio to glassblowing factories. Well, when we arrived at Blenko, I quickly realized that glassblowing factories were definitely not for me. I’d rather work at the factory job I had at Ridgid Tools a couple summers back than have absolutely no say as to what the glass design would be. We also went to Fenton Glass as well as a couple of others and they were just not for me. I need to find myself a little glassblowing art studio and blow funky pieces till I drop. Erik’s friend, Leanne, told me that I had a decent chance at getting into a studio in Seattle since there’s so many. ...but, I’d love to live with Sara and find a place near Ithaca, then again, there’s always the Toledo route as well. All I know is that my medical insurance runs out in one month and I need to get a job… preferably blowing glass…and not in a factory. Would anybody like to hire a gimpy, yet incredibly zealous glassblower? I wouldn’t burn myself…much.
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