cricket, maybe and Friday

We finally, triumphantly, got the project done and done IN TIME.

The PM took a few of us out for drinks.  It was great to sit, talk, relax and celebrate!  I’ve been invited back for the wrap up meeting, to teach and advise on video software and a process they can use for their newsletters, and for the celebration dinner sometime within the next few weeks.  Awesome!

In the field across the way there is a family or a bunch of families that seem to be playing cricket.  I don’t really know if that’s what it is, but they are playing something that looks like baseball but with a flat paddle thing and the pitcher is throwing the ball REALLY fast, underhand.  The kids attached to this group are the ones that asked the morsel if they could “ride her kite” a few months back when we were flying her kite in the field.  It was interesting and funny, the mistake in language and the awesome implication that they were going to ride the kite.

I talked to D1 tonight.  It was great to catch up, discuss things, plans, future, inspire each other and reflect on how things are going. He’s sick, at home.  We talk about his getting out of his job, about options, goals.  We pump each other up and validate each other’s skills and efforts.

And I looked again, for the missing sofware, After Effects, which I needed for a gig on Wednesday but had to turn down (for want of the software…)  And there it was!  Hidden from me by me, in a strange box in storage.  It should allow for some really great jobs here in the near future.

My acupuncturist was painting her attic when I called for an appointment yesterday, saying she would call me back to schedule.  I got a voice mail today telling me that she was now in Disneyland, and would call me when she got back to Seattle.  Funny, no?  I love it.  She’s a very measured and careful person, so I’m actually enjoying this bit of silliness from her.  I hope it frees her in ways that she likes.

Tonight, after my one small glass of pinot noir, I almost started telling my companions about my blog.  I wanted to share some of the good parts but then realized I would be compromising my ability to disclose things from afar.  Darn.

I survived this week and not only that but it turned out well.  I’m spoiled by always having success, and think maybe this was a good lesson that it seemed that it wasn’t going to work out.  That I’m not always going to be the rockstar and that there are so many possibilities.  But to tell you the truth, I don’t really buy THAT either.  I always think there is a way.  Always.  I just can’t see myself giving up.

This weekend is the family reunion with many people arriving from the East Coast.  I’m tired and don’t want to attend.  I played hooky tonight but should go tomorrow.  There are times when an absence is to much worse than attending and having nothing to offer.

Last night in school, after a hard day, hard week, I felt as if I was stupid to even be trying to design, to start a company, to make a line of clothes.  I felt old and that it was too late.  The other girls were great, pointing out that there were many haute couture ladies who were 42, 56 when they started.  It’s true, I know.  But I was feeling fragile and overwhelmed.

The sidewalk at the bus stop smelled like summer.  Dirt and heat, the smell of weeds and the air didn’t move.  It felt freeing to prop against the little wall with the other women, waiting.  Ease and sun, exhausted and relieved.