Tuesday, May 3, 2011
With morning coffee in hand, I'm weighing the overall balance of my Four Seasons quadtych. Fall needs some fallen trees--some horizontal lines, or nearly so,breaking up the path. And there's not enough definition as yet. When grouped together as I see these four paintings, the weight of each of them must be equal--of equal intensity that is.
My schedule is pretty clear today--just one master bath plan to review--pretty clear the rest of the week too, just a couple of AM appointments. Actually, I expect quite a few quiet hours spent in the studio this week. My beautiful new car is going into the bump shop, a victim of a "tag" and run.
Some Bimbo on a phone didn't look in front to her left before making a left out of a mall driveway into the left hand turn lane where I was in the process of making a left into the next mall driveway. Even though I caught her coming out of the corner of my eye and sped up so she'd miss me, she also sped up to bump the panel just behind my back wheel on the driver's side. I parked as soon as I made the turn safely into the lot, jumped out of the car, but by then she had sped away and I couldn't get her plate numbers. Very upsetting.
The damage was two paint scratches--gouges--and a split in the panel. The irony is, I am a gal who drove 17,000 miles in the last three years; I'm hardly on the road. With such great odds going for me, this hit and run is very unfair and quite frankly pisses me off enough to hex that woman.
In the safe surroundings of my studio this week, the incident will be forgotten--until the insurance goes up--if it goes up. I hope it doesn't go up. With this kind of luck, it'll probably go up. Who's kidding who?