Wednesday, May 26, 2010
By all accounts, yesterday was a regular day. Morning coffee, working out, breakfast as usual, going to work, lunch, more work, dinner, some Sparking, reading, some TV, fall asleep, zzzzzzz
But: Was it?
Yesterday I started working out again. I couldn’ t last as long as I had prior to my “break”, but sweating felt good. Just getting to the home-gym felt fantastic.
Then I shared my breakfast with Titín, one of the 2 adopted cats in the house. She was beaming as we ate our Special K just by ourselves, the dogs downstairs. She was Queen Titín, and she loved it. She’s besides me while I write this. Now, when the dogs go downstairs for breakfast, she comes as fast as she can to stay with me at my room. It’s our time together.
The son of my best friend –who lives in Florida- surprised me with a visit at the gallery. I felt a stare and, when I looked up from my computer, there she was: a tiny princess smiling at me! First trip of Lily to her dad’s country, and she was having a blast. They even liked a painting and bought it for Lily’s room. How about that: an 8-months-old art collector!
Tomorrow opens the first Art Fair here at home. We had to buy a couple of chairs and table for our space, as the ones they provide are hideous… So yesterday afternoon I went shopping for the gallery, with Monica, one of the girls that works with me at the gallery. Yeah, yeah: shopping for the gallery… We came out with a set of silverware for me, and the nicest dish to serve “Ceviche” for her, that she was going to show off at dinner last night.
We finished at rush hour, and the gallery’s driver had to deliver something to a client. There was no time to go back to the gallery, so we went along with him, with a million cars not moving… As I was not driving and the traffic was so sloooowww, I could see all the new skyscrapers being built in front of the Bay of Panama. One too many, but something I would not had noticed if I had not had to make the errand with them.
Back at work, we had Gallery talk night, the topic was the work of Conceptual artist Alfredo Jaar. Not a big turnout yesterday, due to an impending rain, but a great debate about his take on art was the prize.
When we finished our chat, and I finally went out: there was Daniel, my son, waiting for me. How about going out to dinner, Mom? And we did, to a Greek place close to the gallery for the sweetest time with him and great healthy food! Just a bite of his “Flan” (Crème Caramel), the best in the whole wide world hands-down.
Finally home, close to 10 pm, with my computer kind of dying on me –the fan is not working properly and it turns off by itself- I could only do a bit of sparking, a bummer, I thought, but it gave me more time to spend with David Foster Wallace, all snuggled in bed with Lola and Caramelo, two of my Havanese, and my bed companions yesterday.
Ahhh, what a treat the new book I’m reading is! “Although you end up becoming yourself” is like being with him, sharing his process as a writer, his life: way too short, but full of wisdom and insights.
And then Nicole came home, straight to my room. How was your day, Mom? And by that she meant she wanted to know about mine, but had tons of things to share too. And we lay in the bed –with Lola and Caramelo deep asleep- talking and talking, until our eyes were closing, and the words were less important than just being together.
A bit of TV –have no clue what I was watching-, and the lights went out at around 1:30 am. A long ordinary, nothing-wow-to-remember day…
Or: was it?