My mother-in-law invited my
husband and I to join her at the Senior Center, (yes, the Senior Center in
Charlottesville, VA is a happenin’ place), to hear some big band music. I was a
tad reluctant to go out again on a cold, rainy evening, but, you know, there was cake and a fifteen piece band.
I received my AARP card four years ago. I completely forgot
about my 50th birthday. But the age thing, it's kinda not a thing to me. It might be called a "senior" center, but it has little to do with age, everything to do with acceptance, and what I enviously saw were some people who can dance!
Somewhere, in the race to grow up, fall in love, buy a home,
grow a family, I've neglected my dancing! I watched in wonder as people ten, fifteen, twenty+ years
older than me(?), danced, like the song says, “like nobody is watching!” There was
love all around our table, but there was also love filling the entire room and no one regretted getting up to dance.
The band was AMAZING! I love…
Readers are often very generous in offering me their story ideas. This is one
of the reasons I kindly decline their offers:
The phone rang at 6AM. It was my mother calling in fairly
animated form. There was a skunk in her house.
It’s not that I have any great exterminating prowess that
she called me, but rather, because I have the only other remote control to her
garage door. We later learned that the skunk found entry through her pump room –
a smallish space below the laundry room floor – that the skunk made his winter
home by tunneling under the foundation under the deck. From there, it was just
a hop, skip and jump for him to push open the panel that separates the pump
room from the furnace room, and from the furnace room, up the stairs to the
garage, up a step to the laundry room, up three steps into the kitchen, and
then the house was pretty much his oyster.
You’re probably thinking, a skunk in the house – that would
be the last straw – but you see, my mother used to have a pet …
I’m a control freak. Rather, I recognize the futility of
trying to control others, (although my degree in rhetoric does give me license
to do so by rhetorical means. It’s a super power I try not to abuse.) So I take
full advantage of controlling what I can.
Which is just a long, convoluted way of saying, I want
control over my books, the writing, the cover design, the layout… everything. This
is where you insert the quote about the man who represents himself in court
having a fool for a lawyer. That’s me – a graphic designing fool.
At least, that’s been me for the past three years, which is
also why I’ve produced fair little writing in three years. I’ve been studying
graphic design. I’m taking my last class this semester and also finishing up an
internship. And THAT is the crux of this blog.
I have the resounding pleasure of working with/observing
Cassy Roop, cover designer extraordinaire, in her element.
I think Cassy is actually identical twins. How else could
one person do as much…