Day 477: Fok Julie Naaiers

A lady came and bought my bike this morning. I'm very pleased about than and I think she is too. She had a good ride around to test it out. It was funny. She rode to meet me on a shitty old bike and I immediately handed her mine and said 'have a go'. Off she rode. Seriously, she could have just kept going. I'd have had a job selling her old bike on. She came back and offered to pay me more than what I was asking. Perhaps I should have said yes, but by suggesting the price I remembered putting it on for (whether or not my memory was correct), we both felt like we got a good deal. I really hope she enjoys it. 

I had a job this morning that I wasn't sure about wanting to do. I did it and I really enjoyed it. Talking to retailers. They were all forthcoming today and talky. Some of them were funny. All of them seemed to enjoy the experience of having a chat. 

My room is full of faces again... half done ones, more than half done ones... all sorts. I think I'll do some more in the morning, to cover the clay. The two new ones have very pleasing noses. I want to buy more ModRoc and plaster. I want to make more casts. I could bring one, acutally. I think I have two. Maybe we can get away with it. I have at least one person coming to make masks with me on Saturday, possibly more later. I'm excited.

Great coaching call, even though didn't start well. She got the time wrong (though she was early rather than late). Last time I had a coach, I had so many free sessions because she'd forgotten or mistimed calls, I got much more than my money's worth. However, it did start to undermine the relationship. Whatever words you're saying, if you can't retain when we're going to speak to each other (repeatedly), the message that comes across from that is stronger than 'sorry' and 'you are important to me', even if those words are genuine. This time, despite my belly-dread of this pattern repeating, it made much more sense. She was early because she was being extra careful about it, she was gracious and clear on the call and the call ROCKED. She's very good. I'd recommend her to anyone. 

This evening, torn between dancing and rapping, I chose rapping (and socialising). We didn't actually rap, but Dave done a talk and that was ace. It was nice to socialise too. I miss that sometimes down here. The dancing is good, and strangely solitary. This was a much sharier event, interesting, funny and satisfying. Pleased with my choice. I rapped all the way there, anyway, in my head or under my breath. It makes me smile. It makes others smile (at me, I suspect, rather than with me). Either way.

Today, mostly on my mind are the failings of memory and sliding doors (just the concept, for the latter, not its failure). Oh, and 100 days of Freedom from Chains. It starts on Sunday. Better get my shit on. I want to get that started and see what comes of it. Today, I've learnt that it's been done before. The failings of memory is for another day. Sliding doors two. There might be a conspiring to make that happen or not happen, depending on what I remember to do and when. Very weaverly. Very apt.