I am now up to 850 yards swimming and amazingly I am running a bit; fourteen minutes to be exact. This is interspersed with walking but I really look forward to it.
I have another summer project: painting a piano for Shoreline's Piano Time. It is fraught with difficulties due to my wanting to use green materials. But I realize yet again how much I love painting (when I am not hating it when under a deadline). Something about it releases a tension I am not even aware of holding.
Another bonus is that there are seven other pianos in the work space so I've met several of the artists. It's nice to have that interaction especially for me the solitary mole person.
Heard today by people stopping by.
"What happened to the trees?" said a man. He was a little belligerent about it.
There is a sign in the window of the store front staying the trees will be back. (What trees? I don't know. We are working in an old Ace Hardware space and there must have been trees.)
"I don't know," I said.
"Who owns this property?" he said.
"I don't know. We're working with the City of Shoreline," I said.
"Your just the painters, huh?" he said.
"Yep. Starbucks or QFC probably know who their landlord is," I said.
Another man stopped by.
"Are you painting all these pianos?" he asked.
" Well, just this one. Other artists are painting the other ones," I said.
"Why are they doing that? These are nice pianos," he said. He came in and ran his fingers over the only unpainted piano. "This just needs a little work. Was that one oak?" He gestured to my piano.
"No, it was some kind of veneer," I said
"Don't paint this one," he said giving the piano a last loving pat.