Well, my laptop seems to have got over it’s funny turn, which is a huge relief. I couldn’t get past the warning message to do anything yesterday, but after a lot of faff it seems OK now. I shouted at older daughter about downloading stuff on my work laptop, and wouldn’t run her around to her activities because I needed to sort it out. Now I don’t really think it was her fault after all. I said sorry, and am comforting myself with the thought that a good telling off never did me any harm, and it’ll help keep her in line in anticipation of future misdemeanours.
Still – once I get over the guilt, I can get back to looking forward to Light Night again. No more the ‘heap in the corner’ – I’ll be the one greeting you at the door with the big smile.
Lots to do before then though – today I am:
booking flights to New York (took literally hours, and at one point I accidentally got two flights and had to phone helpline in USA to sort it out) – co-ordinating two schools in shortlisting and selecting creative practitioners – authoring DVD’s and burning 5 copies – making lists of what to pack for ‘Inside Out’ Leeds Light Night installation – making mental notes about shopping for daughters outward bounds thing (she goes on Sunday for a whole week and will need more clothes) – stretching my sewing skills making a hidden pocket for an ipod in a pair of jeans for ‘Inside Out’
and all before the 3pm school run. I feel a bit jangly.
Tra la la, Tralala, everything lovely, on top of everything, leisurely session in studio exporting video for light night. Tra la laaaaaagh!!!!
Logon process initialization failure. Please consult the event log for more details. I have an event log? huh?
See you at Light Night. This Friday. In 4 days. I’ll be the one in a heap in the corner.
‘Inside Out’ at ACE Clothing, 5 -10pm, Leeds www.lightnightleeds.co.uk
The changing rooms in the shop are cast as wtiness to our consumerist desires. A film (strangled yelp goes here) about presence and absence projected in the shop windows. And some other stuff in the changing cubicles. (gulp).
At the front of a very long queue of traffic, in conversation with the man in the toll booth at the Humber Bridge.
man: £2.70 love
me: oh dear… the thing is, I don’t actually want to cross the bridge…I took the wrong turning at the..
man: this is a toll bridge. You need to give me £2.70
me: yes I see. It’s just that, I don’t actually have any money, and I don’t want to cross the bridge. I went wrong at the roundabout and…
man: all the cars are waiting.
me: (wobbly voice). Oh dear. What should I do? You see I couldn’t turn round because of the central reservation and I’ll be late to pick up my daughter if I have to go all the way over the bridge and back and I’ve got no money and…
man: you can pay by card
me: (all attempts at assertiveness dissolved). oh. Yes. of course. That’s what I should do…. (tearily) can I have a return ticket?
Or at least that was the version of events in my head as I sat helplessly in the queue. Then I spotted a gap in the central reservation, hurrah, yahoo!! A way out, and better still no need for assertiveness or confrontation.
I blame it on The Archers – it was Annette’s latest love interest that distracted me.
