When I listed my pleasant memories from the NYRF, I mentioned something for which I’d like to tell the full story.
Let’s set the Wayback Machine to 1999. I’ve been diagnosed with an eye problem that will require surgery. Both the problem and the surgery to correct it are rather "squishy" and I’ll spare you the details. I’ll also spare you the suspense, since it’s not relevant to the story: the procedure was successful and my eyes are fine.
On the eaves of my booth at the New York Renaissance Faire, I had the following words painted:
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I just spent three hours reorganizing my closets in order to make room to store my new yurt.I could have stayed at Vann's birthday party and watched him paint beautiful women all night. As of noon the day after, he was still painting! Meanwhile, I was hefting trunks full of old memories around.We all have to…
I mentioned in a previous post that I was having trouble giving away the suit I wore at my Ph.D. thesis defense. I made an analogy with how some folks might treat their wedding dress: it’s something I was never going to be able to wear again, but it represented something important it my life.
In my last two posts, I talked about significant events in my life, and about cleaning out my closets. There's something I found while cleaning out my closets of old clothing. I should get rid of it. I know that will never fit into it again for the rest of my life. But I find it hard to…
I got tagged by someone on Facebook to write one of these posts. As is my usual practice, I'll respond to the meme, but I won't tag anyone else to respond.