This doesn’t have a whole lot to do with art, but I wanted to share the roller coaster that has been my life for the last 24 hours:
4:30 p.m. yesterday
I call Jane Robinson, who is coordinating my art marketing workshop in Jackson, Michigan this weekend. I frantically tell her that we’re expecting 12-18” of snow in Denver and that United Airlines has started canceling flights. This is uncharted territory for me. Weather has never threatened the cancellation of one of my workshops. I’m a nervous wreck.
5:45 p.m. yesterday
Jane calls me back. Wonders if I could get a flight out before the storm comes in. Like NOW.
6:15 p.m. yesterday
I determine no flights available. Resume packing.
All last night
Wait anxiously for the storm to come to see how bad it will be. Keep curtains open so I can keep track of the snowfall.
4:00 a.m. this morning
Wake up to see what the status is. And . . . Not a flake of snow on the ground! All that worry for nothing. The dire forecasts had me thinking I was crazy for even considering getting on the road to the airport, let alone flying somewhere.
5:00 a.m. this morning
I leave for the airport and head out on an 8 a.m. flight. Roads are clear. I breathe a sigh of relief.
8 a.m. MT to 12:45 p.m. ET
I experience one of the most hostile airplane rides I’ve been on in a long time. It’s like we were skiing the monster moguls or surfing killer waves–in a 757! I apologized to the passenger next to me preemptively because I was sure that my coffee was going to go all over her. (Luckily, that didn’t happen.) Tail-wagging upon landing led to a number of audible gasps from passengers and led me to comment, “It better be windy out there.” Indeed, it was. I feel like the fierce Rocky Mountain foothills winds have followed me all day.
Arrive in Jackson. Check out the Ella Sharp Museum of Art & History, where the workshop will be tomorrow. It’s lovely!
I’m winding down after a long day. I’m about to break from my workshop preparation and read a few more pages of Eat, Pray, Love. This is definitely for women, and I’m devouring every word. Don’t know what took me so long to get around to reading it. Cynthia Morris told me some time ago that it’s a must-read and she’s right. Elizabeth Gilbert’s writing style is fun and colorful. I can’t wait to see what happens next!
I hear we have at least 60 people coming to the workshop tomorrow–from all over and a number from out of state. I’m psyched! And I’m up for a good night’s sleep so I’ll be full of energy tomorrow.