Now I’m ducking. LT just came out to clean off the balcony with a huge bucket of bleach water. The cleaning solution cascades down three floors splashing onto the street. *snicker* Don’t worry, no one got wet…the sound of the water always surprises people though.
Today has been really nice. Early start, but it actually felt good to get up and move. We went to the hotel to drop off the artwork to the client. As we waited for him to come down from his room, we helped ourselves to some delicious kick-ass coffee being served in the lobby. Once my transaction was settled – we walked home. Small work out – and it felt good. I could have gone out to work today…but wasn’t feeling it. I noticed that there was space left in front of the Cathedral, yet I couldn’t see myself baking in the sun for the second day in a row. It’s still very hot and humid. I was sweating bullets by the time we reached the house.
The moon feels close – so close I could reach out and grab it. It’s a spotlight on the rooftops. Like in the movies, it feels surreal. Because we live on top of a tourist hot spot, I sometimes feel like a prop. People see me, yet they don’t. I fade into the novelty of the façade that is the French Quarter. I’m lost in the sea of T-shirt shops, mysterious architecture and carriage rides. I’m wallpaper to all that walk by. I’m pretty sure that’s how I viewed people on balconies when I first arrived to New Orleans.
Tomorrow, yes, what about tomorrow? Need to finish a piece and I think I’ll go to work. Shipping can wait until Tuesday. I like to be on the fence when there is less foot traffic. Fewer tourists that aimlessly wander around… I find the huge crowds intimidating and annoying. And, no, I don’t make more money on the weekends. I just don’t. Which is fine with me.