July 5
Item # 25 – Plans for my studio
Allie,
I had the plans for my studio framed. I’d like you to have them. They really are a work of art.
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I remember when I was a child, my Mother use to forget her birthday. I never did understand that. How can you forget your birthday? That and she use to say chocolate was too sweet. When I was a kid I was completely baffled. How can chocolate be too sweet? I confess I’m still baffled over that one. I’ve never found chocolate too sweet.
However, the birthday thing I get. I had completely forgotten it was my birthday. I don’t think it’s that unusual. When you reach a certain age, though it may be different for us all, we start letting ourselves forget the passage of time. But this year was different. I didn’t try to forget it. I didn’t ignore it. Time has started to lose meaning. That happens when you’re spending the majority of your time sleeping.
Charlie, Allie, Logan and Livia came in with a vanilla cupcake singing happy birthday. I’m happy to say I was able to enjoy the cupcake without incident. The four of them insisted that I go outside with them to see my gift.
I thought perhaps they’d gotten me new plants, lawn furniture or a porch swing. We got to the edge of the yard where the old workshop stood.
When Charlie and Allie pulled the doors open light came pouring out. The old beams were still exposed between the soft white walls. My paintings hung from the finished walls. The garden and creek were clearly visible outside the wall of windows. Plumbing had been run to rinse brushes and dilute paints. There must have been ten easels ready for use. The table Bryan sent sat in the center of the room set for a birthday party.
I had a studio.
“When did this happen?” I asked.
How did I miss the construction going on in my own back yard?
“The past few weeks. It was mostly Allie,” Charlie replied. “When she sets her mind to something, nothing and no one is going to get in her way, not even construction workers.”
“An artist needs a studio,” is all she would say.
I don’t know that I’ve loved anything so much. I have my own space, my own studio. I am an artist, well almost.
What a lovely surprise. What I like about your story is that I have completely bought into it. It sounds so real that I am thrilled that the main character has a studio. Now obviously she will be cured of her cancer. (Am I an optimist or what?)
Judy
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A beautiful thing to do.
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Your writing style is so readable. Like being there in a comfortable conversation
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I felt happy for the character while reading this, and are those beginning words excerpts from the main characters will?
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The main character has cancer and is creating a just in case box to let everyone know what she wants done with her useless stuff and the meaning behind them. Thanks. Dee
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Brought happy tears to my eyes.
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Hi Mary,
Thank you. You’re so kind.
Dee
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