Submitting to the Biennial

It's that time of year again to consider submitting to the CMCA Biennial, which I am doing for the first time this year as I have new work I want to share with the curators.

To Do List, Accomplished

Blood drawn.
Cash wihdrawn from bank.
Hair cut (agreed to "product": smelly!!).
Latte at Bell the Cat.
Gift certificate at Left Bank Books redeemed. Picked up two books to be used as prizes for the Pine Tree in March and a copy of Melissa Coleman's book This Life is in Your Hands which Bart and I have been wanting to read.
Gas tank filled: 14.557 gallons at $3.639/gal for a total of $52.97.
Visit with Cipperly at Seaport Marine Museum Library to look at journals in their collection in preparation for the workshop I will give there in April in journaling.
Quick perusal of Searsport Antiques Mall where I scored some old books to use in my work and spent over $100.
Diamond Glaze finally picked up at Fiddlehead Artisan Supply.
Matboard scraps picked up from the Belfast Framer.
Bonus: a short visit with Kat, heard about her recent concussion. Lots of people slipping and injuring themselves on the ice this winter, even though there's been so litle snow.
Hardware store to pick up a small stepladder and broom for the studio.
Late lunch with KC at the Badger. Made plans for the summer!
Hannaford's for some fresh produce and a little pot of tete a tete narcissus.
Trip to Rockland to talk to Bruce Gamage about appraising some of dad's antiques, particularly two decoys he owns. We think they came from Lizzie's barn. They will go into a June auction and hopefully fetch a month's rent.

Crazy dream

Dream last night: I was lost in a huge museum, similar to the MFA in Boston, at least the original musrum, with very high ceilings, lots of marble, no windows, like a train station on steroids. Wandering around, I was looking for Bart. A few of us (four?)stopped by a large shallow pool of water where we climbed onto floating pads the dimensions of a door. We immediately became so weak and so sleepy it was as if we had been drugged. Frightened because I could not open my eyes, I began to cry for help. Eventually I managed to garner enough strength to paddle to the edge of the pool and drag myself off the floating pad. I went searching for Bart in the cavernous empty spaces of the museum, eventually seeing him walking toward me, only to lose him again when we were clsoe to the exit and he disappeared into the crowd surrounding the entrance desk. I ran down the stairs and out a side door into the sunlight where I saw Bart walking toward me. It wasn't until I was relating the dream to Bart that I realized it was a plane crash dream.
I stood all day long in the studio yesterday which was both good and bad. Good because this meant I was hard at work on something, bad because at the end of the day my back ached as it hasn't in a long time and I had to drag out the heating pad again along with the Advil. I assume it was because of standing in one place for hours at a time. I actually have been feeling so much better overall that this took my by surprise, even though it might have been the case even without the back issues. I've been walking every day for at least an hour followed by at least a half hour of stretching and strengthening exercises. AND I have been doing my job on the curling ice, sweeping and delivering my stones with my old slide delivery, a sure sign of healing.