On the medical/psychological front: Tuesday Dr. Shoja taught me about human emotional development —
from infancy to adulthood; it was hard to grasp the complexity of all she was
saying. It was like an advanced lecture. I asked questions whenever I got lost
or was confused and we persevered. When I told her I found it hard to grasp she
said she wasn’t surprised and that what she was trying to explain is even difficult
for her PhD students of psychiatry to understand.
When she got to
the “But” part, however, it became easier to understand. Somehow, hearing her
explain how my emotional development was retarded made all she had explained
earlier more comprehensible. The discussion gave me a clear understanding of why
I am single.
And … Besides
being smarter about my interpersonal relations, I’m also clear about why I am drowning
in snot. Allergy season is her and its bad this year. Pollen is my kryptonite.
On the weather front: It
is spectacular to be typing at my desk with the window open beside me. I also
have the living room window open so there is a cross breeze and the smell of
the fresh air inside my condo is heavenly after the long winter with windows
closed. Thankfully, Tuesday afternoon downtown was free of the opera of street
life.
On the dress front: Woo
hoo! All the parts for the skirt of the doily dress are done; it just has to be
assembled. I got the gentle folds I wanted — not sharp folds like I used on the
deco dress, but soft folds to imply motion. It’s a full, short dress of white
watercolour paper that I will overlay with black tissue papier mâché — and I’ll
overlay that with cut up doily bits to look like lace trim.
Ivan and Peter
come this afternoon. Unfortunately, I am nervous so I am likely to stutter.
Sigh. But I’m off to get nice things to eat and I’ll chill the champagne. Ivan
collects real dresses so I am embarrassed by my creations. Beth, however, is
reassuring and usually right so I’ll take my confidence from her.
1 comment:
Damn right she's reassuring! And - I've been in that pub.
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