S is for Stray note & a Story to remember, cautionary.

Morissey (The Smiths) is singing to me. Let me, let me get what I want this time...

Just found this... I think it was from my visit with Marie Ricks. Ironic that it is clutter from her visit. This faded index card has been taped to my studio window for ages. NO. I never read it. Not ever. No more taping things "up."

My studio is in my sites for next clean up/out. I am desperate to get to work. Art work. No more cleaning out crap.

The note:

-Working blind.

-Some women leave a mess. They don't want to address what is behind it. Here is a story: C & Co. went to clean up/out/move a close relative... she isn't well. The latest find were +30! half eaten ice cream cones in the freezer. You know, they were being saved for "later." Later rarely comes,if ever. Who would want to eat a half eaten, re-frozen, paper covered, weeks old, soft-serve ice cream cone?

-- Music has changed to Average White Band: Play That Funky Music -- the play list is called Fun & Done.

[Is any of the following {heading} really worth keeping/organizing? Wasting space with? Just Do IT!]

- Newspaper. [I do save the funny pages(only) for a bunch of good reasons. Right now I'm cutting out funny ones to make a "funny page" for ward missionaries... never know what to write to them.]

- Mom's inbox, school papers [Sign 'em and get rid of them! If it needs to be kept put it in the right binder or file.]

- To file

- Pending

- Fit it/repairs [H: Just do it ASAP. Don't let it linger or pile up.]

- To do

- Letters [? Do people even write those anymore? Again, just do it and forget it. FAST!]

- Gifts. [H: get them, don't buy them and stash them for the future. Wrap them , with a nice card and get it there early. If you are invited last minute and don't have time for a gift, that is just too bad.]

---> Focus on bringing house to HOUSE OF ORDER. On Finishing [Landing]

FURIOUSLY!

FUNNY true story

One advantage of not sleeping is making discoveries while not making any noise in the house... can't vacuum, might as well clean up my computer's desktop. Realize that I've never posted this. It is a sketch of a night a year and a half ago:
26 May 2007
6:40 p.m.
Roll Camera! Action.

Higgin-s drive up in a full Suburban. Steph, Dave, 4 children and one friend, Tatum. The plan is to do some tie dye.

H is asleep in the van, lost track of the time. Crashed there after a Long day. Even in the van 4 people have come up to her and talked to her, before the friends arrive.

One little boy w/o his CI starts out the evening with a time-out in a closet. Freaking out in family room.

Adults at counter calmly eating fruit, bread and cheese. Roses on the counter, v. smelly.
Conversations about high school senior parties/trips. Drunk kids.

Amy, Jay’s wife, walks in with the wee bitty baby. Asking if it’s OK to change the baby’s diaper. Fine, fine. That means that Jay is here to get the llamas, all 7 of them? Just having a little party, did you call to say you were coming by? An hour later she is seen feeding the baby in the dinning room. No one sees or hears from her the entire evening.

The children are playing out side, they take the taekwondo kicking target outside and fill it with water, first time in 1½ years.

Wee bitty baby crying in the back ground.

Jumping on the trampoline?

The children start helping Jay get the llamas. Karl gets kicked in the hip. Joey, Karl’s friend in a tie dye shirt, was not out there at the time.

Julian’s animated friend Jared is visiting. They start making a movie.

Tie dye starts, can’t get the kids to come in to soak their shirts. Stephanie mixes up the die.

H starts to clean out garage, extract a second table. Gets a phone call about needing to pay $1.50 for Nathan’s school lunch account. Never mind that it is a Saturday night and he doesn’t ever take school lunch, and the one day (practice for 1st grade) he did he brought the money but the school never got it. Will send it again.

Sick boy in hammock: Gabe. Oh dear.

3 little girls, 2 w/ hearing loss. Running around squealing. Flashes of cuteness.
Gama (from California, didn't even know she was in town!) shows up with a very elegant silver cake server in a humble, crumpled brown paper bag. Talk about family reunion of sorts.

Neighbor Jeremy, C’s friend, shows up on a racing BMX bike riding wheelies. Tries out C’s grandpa bike, does wheelies on that too! (Later we found out that Jer's wife (also a close friend) was diagnosed with thyroid cancer and that same week his sister had passed away, to cancer.)

Husband of the house, C, is cleaning his mountain bike?
Jay & Jeremy talk.

Ann Maeser drops by mail from old house (we moved 4.5 years ago)
- announcement: random (unknown) ugly girl getting married. Good for her.
- K’s scholarship certificate $100.00, for string camp.
- Precious niece’s birth announcement!

Random neighbor with a dog shows up, we don’t know her but her dog drives our Ginger nuts. Must put G in studio. Bark bark bark.

Tie dye squirting all over.
S’s friend Ashley shows up. They start to tie dye. Will wear shirts on yearbook day.

Llamas in a trailer, some in the road. (K got kicked here) Some llamas attached to trailer, others loose walking in the road. Cars going by some slowing down, some going fast. Tatum combing baby llama -- it rears up scarring her and H.

Ice cream treats. Can I have seconds? NO. Push ups, drum sticks, fat boys.

More tie dye. More shirts, plastic bags, drips.

A cel phone rings.

H is wearing some favorite clothes, a linen shirt. & A tie dyed apron.

N is coughing.
Dave is coughing.

C takes girls on bike ride in trailer.

Children spinning around fast fast in hammock chair.
Dave sitting with Gabe, who is really not feeling well.

They are about to pull out when it looks as though Gabe is going to puke. H dumps cute plastic tub of rubber bands on to table. He doesn’t puke. She swaps for not so cute hotel ice bucket.

S and Ashley are sitting in a car, anxious to practice. No license.

All the lights are on in every room of the house.
9:40 p.m. Fin.

C is for Chill.

I don't think these pictures get the message out, enough. This is an unusual ice cream truck. Here is a quote from the CCA alumni website:
Dessert was served from the lively Tactical Ice Cream Unit, a working ice cream truck and interactive space for art and activism created by the Center for Tactical Magic (co-founded by alumnus Aaron Gach). Along with free ice cream, participants had their choice of free propaganda on such topics as alternative economic systems or the mass media.

Our pal Heidi J was telling me about a friend of hers that was indeed kidnapped by an ice cream truck! In Thailand (?) -- the mother heard her daughter's screams and took off after the truck, along with her friends, all in cars. They were able to rescue the girl! Way to go book club ladies!

Now Heidi J's friend, who lives in Utah County and has children of her own, rounds up all the children on her block and shoves them sweetly into her back yard when the ice cream truck comes by. Then she breaks out the ice cream!

S thinks ice cream truck drivers are all pedophiles. Hmmm. Big statement but perhaps there is some truth to it. They are all odd looking men. And why don't they do something else for a living? Why are the trucks so big? I remember that they used to be smaller. Why is the ice cream so expensive?

This truck made a lot of sense -- free ice cream and blatant propaganda in Oakland, CA. Anarchy and Gender Issues are served with ice cream sandwiches and popsicles. I don't know if the police man/ice cream truck driver authority figure usually sells the stuff, it was for the CCAC (now CCA) alumni reunion.