I couldn’t sleep last night, but for good reasons: I kept piecing out ways to work on these last three outfits I have to make for The Tempest.
Date: June 30, 2013
Days Spent on Project: 133
Location: Apartment, Washington Heights, NYC
Person I would have sent it to: Jennifer F.
(Not to be confused with Jenn F.- Crane 100- from high school. I suppose it’s possible that I’ll realize some of these people to whom I’m dedicating these Cranes have very similar names…)
Jennifer F. lived at the very opposite end of my first year dorm at Kenyon. She and I took the same Calculus class that first year. I made more than a few trips to her room to ask for clarification on some of the work, even though I had taken some introductory Calculus classes in high school.
Our second year, we were supposed to be neighboring Resident Advisors in the same dorm. Unfortunately, I was moved over to a different dorm at the last minute, so we didn’t get to work together that year.
We suffered through Calculus together. I think that bonded us together a bit.
Music I listened to while sewing: Top 40 Radio via Spotify. Something about needing some Miley Cyrus and Demi Lovato this morning… Don’t judge.
Thoughts/Feelings behind the block: I’m moving slowly this morning. It’s about 10am. I’m finishing a large coffee from Starbucks.
I have so much to do.
You know, if anything positive has happened this week, it’s been that I’ve taken the time to reach out to a group of old friends from high school and to thank them for our time together then and to wish them well.
They’ve all responded, saying the same thing.
We’ve decided we’re going to start the process of starting a scholarship in Theresa’s memory for the performing arts. While the idea has been tossed around that we should do something about mental health and counseling, the performing arts is where Theresa blossomed and brought people together. I think it would be a better legacy for her. I hope we can make this happen.
Today I’m keeping myself busy with a photo shoot and more corset building.
Just a reminder: there is always something out there who will listen.
Let’s keep moving.