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02/19/2006: "If only I could be in two (or three) places..."
"I love you and I *need* you to move to Baltimore!" Her voice slurred but she was sincere. She put me on speaker so the husband (whom I also adore) could concur. Weíve had this discussion many times (over bottles of red wine)Ösometimes living in Alaska is like living in another country; itís as expensive for me to go Down South as it is for someone in the lower 48 to fly to Europe. There are so many people I love dearly that I only get to see occasionally, but what can I do? Iím an Alaskan Girl through and through.
Saturday morning I went to my first League of Women Voter's of Juneau meeting a tad hung over...Iím a new board member and was trying to make a good impression but it wasnít easy focusing through my bloodshot eyes. Afterwards I walked over to the Two Crow gallery to see an exhibit and hung out for several hours with the owner (artist Rob Roys...hi Rob) which was great; I love having someone to talk to who is as jazzed about art as I am!
Back at my studio I didnít do much; I don't know about you but I can't get started on anything when I know I'm only going to have a few hours. I had to leave to volunteer for the Wearable Art extravaganza (fantastic btw!) a new friend of mine also volunteered and his section was next to mine so that made it fun. Our friends Ann and Brian were in the show as Good Clean Fun! Everyone celebrated afterwards but (normally antisocial me) was too spent.
Today I went for a long walk and then hung out at home, drank coffee, read, and played guitar. As much as I pine away for friends and family (and fatasize about moving closer to them), I feel so at home on my foggy little island.