See, here's the thing.
You know what they say about good intentions. Something about some road to somewhere eternally unpleasantly hot being paved by them, or something. I'd like to think it's not quite that dire, that maybe they are simply left hanging heavy on low branches along the path (and I don't mean that aforementioned path either), waiting to brush me in the face as I make my way through, hopefully plucking some along the way and filling my pockets, turning them from mere intentions to positive accomplishments.
It is a rosy world I create for myself, isn't it?
Those of you who know me sort of expect me to duck out of sight a bit this time of year, what with the usual manic frenzy of preparations for Surtex. Yeah, there has been a lot of that going on around here.
A while back I thought, "ok...I am too busy to blog right now, but I'll do something fun for Earth Day." There was a new pcCrafter Earth Day collection to show you, some neato eco-themed coasters by Legacy Publishing...oh I had all sorts of earthy tidbits I wanted to throw in and share.
Then one warm sunny day (it was over 70 degrees! How exciting is that?!) someone decided to play hooky from all her show-prep and dig a new garden bed in the backyard. That someone figured she would be refreshed, rejuvenated...all would be right with the world if she only had somewhere to plant her peas.
After a day of digging, digging, and more digging, moving compost piles and lots and lots of big rocks and whittling down the giant pile of salvaged concrete chunks, that was the case. Aaahhh, the satisfaction. The broken nails, the scrapes and bruises, the dirt. There's nothing better than that kind of tired. Arms and legs like noodles. But look, look what you created. Love that.
But while she was accomplishing this wondrous and glorious thing, someone...and we don't know who...someone seems to have cut the main cable line to the house. Like, put a shovel right through it. Or something. Couldn't have been our noodle-limbed dirt-encrusted heroine. She was only digging for good, not for evil. She would never sabotage her business phone, Husband Guy's precious television, God forbid their access to the World Wide Interwebs AND the Emails. During her busiest time of the entire year.
But someone did.
We're not sure who.
Could have been Ninjas. Or the CIA. Maybe aliens. You never know.
The result was a very quiet week with few distractions. And that's all I am going to say about that.
Because now, it's only about the push toward shipping my crate to NY with all my booth goodies: displays, portfolios, everything. Everything that I've been working on for months and months wheels out my front gate in that beat-up little crate. Every year a lump forms in my throat as I watch some random dude with a weight belt and fingerless gloves slowly ride the lift gate up with it and secure it into the back of a truck for it's bumpy journey across the entire continent. Godspeed little box.
A few weeks later, my heart skips a beat when I turn the last corner in Javits Center to see the ugly little thing sitting by itself in my empty booth on setup day. I just want to hug and kiss the grubby old thing.
Yeah I know.
It is, I'm afraid, the most expensive cat toy ever.
So for now...just checking in and saying hi. I know I'm way behind on normal communicating with many of you, and it's been ages since I've been able to enjoy my friends' blogs...but I need to go turn this into a tradeshow booth.