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Thought I’d share some shots from my walks around Hartford:

Hartford is the home of many insurance companies, including Travelers. Recognize their red umbrella?

This Alexander Calder sculpture is next to the Atheneum.
Love the deer. Or is it a stag?
An angel atop the arch in Bushnell Park.
I love this building with the beautiful inlaid tiles next to and between the windows.

And these in the more modern extension that’s been added on to the building in the previous photo.

It’s been a good week, but a stressful one. We’re in that part of rehearsal where everyone is a little tense, trying to make sure they know all their lines as we put the whole play together. I’m taking tomorrow and Monday off and Don is picking me up in the morning. I’ll be glad to get home for a couple of days, though I’m sure I’ll be mowing and cleaning much of the time! I miss my little cottage, my husband and my doggies. I need to be with them.

I’ve been eating too much sugar – rehearsal halls are notorious for sweets. I need to cut back as I’m sure I’ve gained weight. But tonight….I’m treating myself to a Drumstick. I need some comfort food. Hey, it’s been a tough week and I’m only human!

Playing with banners. I’ve uploaded 6 different banners this morning while waiting for Don!

Life On the Road

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Day 20 of hotel living, albeit a suite.

The view from my current perch on the sofa. I move back and forth between the sofa and the chair. Neither are back-friendly. After a period of feeling achy in one, I move to the other, ever hopeful that somehow it will have magically become more comfortable.

Right now, as I write this, I’m listening to the slamming of doors out in the corridor. Hotel room doors are loud.

I have a stack of NY Times Crossword Puzzles in that pile on the left. I recently subscribed to them online. They keep my brain sharp.

We went to Target and, you guessed it, Trader Joe’s on our day off. I forked out for new slippers as my old ones were full of holes.

The bedroom. I often write notes to the cleaning crew here telling them not to change the sheets. It seems like such a waste of resources and time for them to change the sheets every day. I make the bed on those days and leave a note on the duvet. Sometimes I just hang the Privacy tag on the doorknob and save them from having to clean the room. Last night, I broke a glass and had to have someone come up and vacuum up the mess. I wanted to grab the vacuum and do it myself. Oh right, this isn’t my home and that wasn’t my vacuum.

Cluttery desk. Books to read, stapler, various thingies needed for my work. Chargers. Sunglasses. My trusty canvas bag with script, umbrella and wallet.

Morning view outside the living room window.

Must have Peets French Roast Coffee. Must.

I’ve been crocheting flowers for the garlands I plan to sell in the Etsy Shop. But it’s slow going. I’m usually so tired at night that I can’t even contemplate crocheting.

The cable channels choices are terrible. If I constantly wanted to watch ESPN, I’d be in heaven. Last night, thank goodness, Modern Family was on. One of my former students, Abraham Higginbotham, is a producer and writer on MF. Then I watched The B in Apartment 23, which is not my cup of tea, but another former student, Ray Ford, has a recurring role in it and I’m thrilled for him. (They’re both earning more money than I am.)

It’s a nice room as hotel rooms go. But it’s still a hotel room.

Tonight I’m going to watch a performance of Bell, Book and Candle which is currently running at the theater. Two of my friends are in it and it will be fun to see them again. I was supposed to go last week but then we had the Riley emergency and I wanted to stay close to my phone.

Happy Thursday.

My Fantasy on this Monday Morning

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My fantasy this morning? That I have my dollhouse here with me. After a few months of little to no work being done on it, I’m suddenly in the mood again. There are at least 3 more rooms that need to be decorated. I miss her. The dollhouse is a ‘she.’ I think it’s acceptable to refer to her that way. If men can refer to a boat with a feminine pronoun, why can’t I?

Here she is in the den. She has since been moved to the living room. Hi, sweet Riley!

And the porch has been painted.

And she’s been given an official house number/address.

In this hotel suite, there is a table by the kitchen that would be the perfect work space. I could while away my downtime wallpapering, painting trim, making wood floors. It would be heaven.

I have a tendency to focus on a project obsessively for a certain period of time. Then I lose interest for a while until something piques my interest again. It’s piqued. But, alas, I am here in Hartford. The dollhouse is at home. So I have to content myself with these pictures of my work-in-progress.

Do you have some project that you’re thinking about? Are you on the edge of jumping in? Please share!

Happy Monday.

Lambs Like to Party

Lambs Like to Party

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