Friday, 20 July 2001
A couple days ago I mentioned the cube quilt that Jackie made me that I have hanging in my cube at work. Here's a picture of it.
I talked just a bit about my little desk in my little dorm room in Owen. (There was a picture of me at my desk back on June 19th.) But I haven't talked about my workspace here at home.
Jackie and I have our computer and desk in the larger of the two bedrooms in our apartment, reserving the smaller bedroom entirely for bedroom-related activities. (The larger one is a multi-purpose space, being not only the office but also the guest room and the bicycle storage shed.) When we had a one-bedroom apartment we had combined the office and bedroom. This was okay most of the time, but I found that having shared space for work and sleep sometimes interfered with my sleep. This is much better.
I have some art on the walls above my desk. There's another of Jackie's quilts ("Winston Sees the Light," a crazy-quilt in memory of our cat), a painting of an African village scene that my mom brought home from Sierra Leon, a print of some rabbits turning summersaults called "Summer Solstice," a print of a tree frog hanging from the stalk of some tall grass, and a drawing of killdeer by Tom Ford commissioned by my Dad and Katy because a killdeer appeared in one of my early stories that they liked.
No writing today. Jackie and I went to an opening at a gallery in town. That's something that we often think we'd like to do but rarely actually manage. This was nice, though, with work by several different artists. There was also live music, a little jazz combo. After the opening we went out to dinner, then came home and watched "O Brother Where Art Thou," which I'd seen while I was at Clarion but Jackie hadn't.