Today I go to the art center to discuss floor cloths and the teaching of a class on how to make floor cloths. So I should prepare. For that. I have floor cloths, I have a book. I have courage. So that makes me prepared, right? Should I dress up? Or do I take that artistic license in the whole clothing items and decorative accessories department?
What am I passionate about? I need to do some work on my 2 minute talk today. Two things. I do not know. My entire being seems to center around the mellow and middle of the road. So generally I can take it or leave it, whatever it is. Unless it’s the kids, and I can’t justify bringing them to class. Because that would get them out of class. Only skip class for dental appointments. But I do take plenty of pictures of the kids. So that was thing one. Thing two is so bizarre that I would look at someone else funny for doing the thing that I do.
I want some notecards. I picked out the items/artifacts to bring for my talk. I still need to print out kid pictures, because mainly what I enjoy doing is taking pictures of kids. So that’s my talk. Silly multicolored crochet animals and picture taking. Two things I’m passionate about. If I could be considered passionate about anything not human.
The wordpress format is complicated. And I don’t like how it says “Howdy” up there. Howdy. Seriously? I like Blogger better. But that’s okay. I enjoy blogging as a way to organize my thoughts. For some reason it makes great sense to me to publish for all to see an itemization of what’s going on in my head at the time. Why is this and do I have a big problem with it? Because for some reason I think I should. Why would it be important or even reasonable to think other people should read what I have to say? However, I do it anyway. But now I’m starting to wonder what I’m supposed to be doing.
Going home now. To load the floor cloths in the vehicle. And take a shower. Aiming for presentable.