Last Tuesday I dropped off the art piece at Forum 301 on Ohio Street. 20 minute walk from my place to the suburban train station, then another 20 minutes walk from the train station to the gallery. I found out that everyone in downtown Chicago walks faster than me, even the wheelchair folks. And also found out that my winter inactivity made me woefully out of shape. I hobbled around for two days after that excursion.
I did it all again this past Friday night for the show. Hobbled a little less on Saturday, Friday night was a school night for me as I taught artistic welding Saturday morning. Second to the last class and everyone is at their task, I hardly get any questions or requests for help. I just patrol the studio bays to make sure everyone is safe.
I'm going through angst because today was my last day teaching welding. I've always used the Irish exitr to a party, so I ghosted. I'll see people next week when I do my grades. I've gotten used to this routine, perhaps it is time for a change. The past two weeks I was always busy, and that's how I want my retirement to be. Here's to the future!
