photo taken at The Glass Knob, an antiques shop up the road from here

Last night, as I drove home from Manchester, it felt like my entire body had been flooded with enough electricity to light up Las Vegas, only one of my Christmas bulbs was missing from the chain so the whole system short-circuited in a most abrupt and discourteous fashion.

Fried blue poppy-- almost like fried green tomatoes, but not as tasty.

This whole planning of the SAW thing is much, much bigger than I ever imagined it to be. It's less like an impromptu gathering of 150 people, or so, for some art fun and hanging by the lake and more like planning a wedding, you know, if your wedding was going to consist of four separate ceremonies over the course of a long weekend in about 10 different venues-- which I guess is what they do in India, god bless them.

Trust me, I love doing it. I love every aspect of it. Sure, I'm nervous and want everything to come together beautifully and much of it is out of my control, but I am genuinely delighted to be putting this together-- it's just. a. lot.

And I am?

Well, you know what I am: a weeny whiny wuss of a wimp who has the emotional constitution of a tightly-corseted antebellum Anna Leeleelou who can't get up from her chaise lounge without the fortifying hit of some smelling salts.

Yesterday, I got up, returned emails, made calls, wrote press releases, walked the dogs, got out of the house (wearing clothes with a washed face) by 10:30 am so I could get to Concord in time for a noon meeting. The meeting was great and sent sparks of energy in all direction as I was talking with Katy Brown who has founded Concord Arts Market and is a force of nature in her own right. Let me just say, this woman is so filled with projects and businesses and creative undertakings it makes me look like I sit at home and pick at my cuticles all day. She is amazing.

And I am thrilled to have connected with her, just over-stimulated, by all the ideas! And energies! And possibilities! And Ideas! And Projects! And possible collaborations!

Whimper-- god, I am a wuss.

Then I spent the rest of the afternoon running errands for printing needs for all of our posters, flyers, what have you. The kind of errands where I have to make choices and decisions and, you know, exercise the gray matter. (NOTE: exercising the gray matter hurts. Must lie down with a pink silk lavender sachet over my eyes-- thanks to Otter, I actually have one).

Picked up some dinner goods from a lovely Bistro in downtown Concord and then headed south to Manchester to hook up with my girl Lisa who is helping to keep my head attached to my shoulders (TIP: double-sided tape-- awesome stuff).

We ate, talked about all the wonderful ways our lives are exploding like shooting stars in a million different directions-- worked on SAW stuff and then I got in the car and drove home. Spent. Fried. A head filled with visions of lying prostrate on a feather bed, for days.

This morning I woke up and the heavy, dark rain that has been a rather frequent guest here this summer of 2008 was pouring down with no end in sight.

(checks out the window) Yep, still pouring. Heavily.

Sigh.

See why I go days without writing to you? It's to spare you this.

You're welcome.

Now Jeeves? Please draw me a hot, bubble bath. Tout de suite.

another photo from The Glass Knob

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