What a beautiful story about acceptance! The illustrations and story itself were beautiful.
I loved that the reality of a parent’s reluctance to accept his child’s uniqueness was portrayed. The child’s not knowing how to react to get his parent to know who he is was such a great addition to the story. The relationship between parent and child is portrayed just right in the story.
Well. Since it’s June, it’s time to plan for the Pride Parade at the end of the month. Usually, an email goes out at the last minute to ask the staff at work to walk the parade.
This year, I texted a friend who has asked me to walk with his company in the past. They were dragging their feet about asking people to walk the parade, too.
Early last week, I finally got the information about walking with work. I signed up and asked my cousin if she was interested in joining me. She was unsure. I signed her up with me, just in case.
Yesterday, I got the text that my friend signed me up with his company. His group walks earlier than my group, so now I’m trying to decide if I want to walk twice or just walk with my friend. I suspect I’ll be hot and tired after the first run through, so I’ll just be walking with the first group.
I am happy that so many people are a part of this celebration of Pride! I feel like no one has been doing much because of the pandemic, but this event is so important to the LGBT community, it needs to be celebrated.
Because of school and other issues, I haven’t been keeping up with my book reviews. I’ve been reading and rating the books, but I haven’t fully gotten into getting the reviews written. I’ve marked the books that I haven’t reviewed yet, so I won’t forget what I still need to write up.
I’m taking classes this summer and those are coming before my review writing. The classes aren’t taking a lot of time, but I’ve been running around with work and attempting to get myself caught up so I’m exhausting myself. I’m sleeping better, but I still have my sleep intermission every night. I try to not think much during the odd time awake, in an effort to get back to sleep at a reasonable hour.
I hope to get the reviews written and published soon. I have some time off between semesters coming up. I hope to be doing catching up then.
Goodreads informed me that I’m six books behind on my annual goal. Yes. I’m falling behind after a great start to the year.
I have several books started and I’ve almost finished many of them. I just haven’t been pushing myself to do my for me reading. I need to remember to get some of these books done, too.
I’m coming up on finals week, so I’m going to fall a little further behind before moving forward. Summer session might be a little breather, or it might be a little more difficult than expected. I’m going to try to use the week between Spring and Summer sessions to breathe and take a little vacation. Hopefully a book or two will be finished on this breathing time.
Today is the second day of the Bay Area book festival. I didn’t go yesterday because I went to the ceremony to honor Buster Posey before the Giants game. I was supposed to go to the ballet after the game, but I ended up skipping it.
Because of the fact that today’s mothers day and that I have a ton of stuff to do for school, I think I’m skipping the book festival today.
I had a rough week of school following a weekend away, so a lot of stuff backed up.
I think I’m going to be spending mother’s day by doing the grocery shopping and writing school papers. I have one due tomorrow and four other papers due later this week. I still have reading and film watching to do for the papers, so I think I’m going to have to adult today.
I’m nearing the end of the semester. I was assigned a creative exercise for one of my classes. I thought and thought and finally figured out that I had all the equipment for a painting.
I made a fruit basket based on one of the poems we read, and using an abstract technique. I had to do an artist statement that included comments about the help from the animals. Hopefully the grade will be a passing grade.
As always, there’s a story. I had help with my painting. Molly decided to taste test the brushes. Just a lick of a clean brush was enough. She moved on to the chair for nap and observation time.
Later, when I had my music going, I forgot that I had an open tube of red paint in my hand. I was singing along, talking to Molly and moving to the music. Before too long, I had dripped paint onto the floor and into a box. It ended up all over. I closed the lid and cleaned up what I could. Paint was everywhere, especially on my hands. I called for help because my extra rags were in the drier and I didn’t want red paint on the clean clothes.
I managed to keep the paint off everything else. I cleaned up but still had paint under my cuticles for a few days. At least it was not on clothes or door knobs.
When it came to taking the photo, I had to enlist help. You can see my assistant’s finger impressions on the upper parts of the painting, since she was holding it from the back, so we could get the lighting with minimal background.
Now I get to finish up one more paper for this class and then I’m done with this class. One step closer to graduation. I’m checking things off the todo list slowly but surely.