Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

Missing Tucson

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My flight home from Tucson was long and in some ways eventful. The twenty minute flight from Tucson to Phoenix ended up almost an hour, causing me to sprint in Phoenix to catch the flight to Detroit. I was the last person on the jetway, the door slamming behind me. My seat, against the window, was next to a very large man who slept splayed out the whole trip. By the time we got to Detroit I could barely move my neck and right shoulder. Waiting for my luggage, which I knew hadn’t made it onto my plane, my back ached and I was starving as I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. By 8 p.m. it was obvious, even to the US Air representative, that my luggage was not there and she finally allowed me to fill out the paperwork. I arrived at my Aunt’s house in Ann Arbor after 9, with nothing but my backpack, computer and books. Luckily she had a toothbrush for me!

So this morning I sit at the UGLI (Undergrad library) to catch up on homework. But I miss Tucson. A lot. Warm skies, beautiful colors, relaxed atmosphere. The painting class was wonderful, though I don’t know that I am that good at it. I took some pictures of work in process that I will put up when I get home. The concept is to put your drawing on the paper and then pour watercolor over the page, letting it mix where it will, then mask sections and pour again, with increasing amounts of pigment in the paint. Artists skilled in pouring can do the entire picture with pouring. Sometimes they add a bit of enhancement or highlight or detail after they take off the mask. I am not skilled, and was disappointed in my first piece, but learned a great deal from it. Wish I had time to continue the experiment. I have two more pieces in stages of development and I’d like to start another now that I get more of what’s going on with the whole process.

So enough about a wonderful vacation weekend. Time to get down to work and figure out what in the world this html code is doing so that I have a chance of doing a bit of it by myself without help come the midterm.

But oh…how I miss the southwest.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

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