Like fine wine
There are some people who are blessed with talent, others with good looks, some with pleasant personalities. Then, occasionally, you run across someone who is all of the above and you wonder how you were so fortunate to get to know that person. What wondrous thing did I do to deserve the privilege of knowing this person?
I have met one such person. We stumbled upon each other actually. Between work and my blog. It is sort of funny how I have become acquainted with this incredible lady that I hope to one day really call a friend.
Sisterhood is what she says has made us have a bond.
I'm talking about Julie Richey, the wonderful artist who installed the Judy Hearst medallion at the airport. Today, she came by for another media spot and brought me a thank you gift. She gave me a nice bottle of wine with the artwork on the label. That was really cool, but the coolest part ... she burned me three CDs: one for me, one for my kids and one for my mom. She heard about mom's stroke and put together some various styles of music for her including some Gregorian chants that she had read are good for helping keep stroke patients sharp. This morning, my daughter danced to the CD Julie made for the kids. I haven't listened to mine yet, but I have a feeling I'm in for a treat.
Wow. Talk about an overachiever. Thanks for being such a great person. I look forward to getting to know you better.
I have met one such person. We stumbled upon each other actually. Between work and my blog. It is sort of funny how I have become acquainted with this incredible lady that I hope to one day really call a friend.
Sisterhood is what she says has made us have a bond.
I'm talking about Julie Richey, the wonderful artist who installed the Judy Hearst medallion at the airport. Today, she came by for another media spot and brought me a thank you gift. She gave me a nice bottle of wine with the artwork on the label. That was really cool, but the coolest part ... she burned me three CDs: one for me, one for my kids and one for my mom. She heard about mom's stroke and put together some various styles of music for her including some Gregorian chants that she had read are good for helping keep stroke patients sharp. This morning, my daughter danced to the CD Julie made for the kids. I haven't listened to mine yet, but I have a feeling I'm in for a treat.
Wow. Talk about an overachiever. Thanks for being such a great person. I look forward to getting to know you better.
3 Comments:
At 4:49 PM, August 21, 2005,
BULLSEYE said…
The way that first paragraph read I would have sworn you were talking about me, heh heh, just kidding.
At 10:15 AM, August 22, 2005,
Anonymous said…
Whoa. I feel all red in the face and sorta "Wayne's World-I-am-not-worthy!" Thanks for the really kind comments, Tonie. I'm going to save this and refer to it when I get Post-Project Letdown Disorder. Something all mosaicists suffer after the sleepless energy rush of another installation. Isn't it what you experienced after the airport grand opening? It's all effort and anxiety, and afterward leaves you feeling that you coulda-shoulda-woulda done it a bit differently, if only... Then you start questioning your abilities, your whole purpose, and then you remember: there's chocolate. Yup, it's nothing a good 1/2lb box of Godiva won't fix.
Have I mentioned how much I admire your candid writing style and your ability to share your reactions to the world in a personal way? Girl, it is a talent and an act of bravery. Call me chicken chick. If I had a blog, it would be all pr drivel and carefully worded sentiments. Cringing while hitting send button - sharing too much in public!
jr
At 9:28 PM, August 22, 2005,
Army of Mom said…
*shaking my head at Bullseye*
And, Chicken Chick, you are more than welcome. You make me feel like a slacker!! And, I definitely have those let-downs and times when I feel useless. I try to remind myself that I can't please everyone and try to move on. Hard to do sometimes. So, keep this blog entry in your bookmarks when you need an ego stroke.
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