social butterfly
back in my single days (I was sooo tempted to spell that "daze"), I participated in a church singles program.
I enjoyed most of it. There were the political bits and the fact that I traveled further than anyone else to get there meant few if anyone wanted to visit me at home.
Volunteering was a great way to get involved, when you live further away than anyone else, and so I signed up for just about everything.
I was a social butterfly.
Something I was NOT in college or school.
Zelda has left all her friends in Omaha and has struggled to find people she wants to hang out with here in the land of plenty.
Friday night we met a former coworker of mine from the last office for a trip to the Dallas Museum of Art. (One of those things I enjoyed doing in my single days. "Open late every Thursday night with live music".)
Dizzy is a "landscraper" as they are fondly called in the Architectural circles, she specialized in school on Eco Tourism and is an intern landscape architect with a large firm.
She has a good head on her shoulders.
Down to earth.
Grew up in a small town in Wisconsin.
Doesn't buy into for one minute, the Dallas Metroplex image.
Invited to a "Southern Living Party" by her sister-in-law, she marched to a different drummer and brought her red canvas college purse. As she placed her purse with all the others on the counter, she had to stop and take a picture of them all.
Of the 11 bags, hers was the only one that didn't cost at least $300.00.
Zelda and she are going to get together and do some painting and other creative stuff.
***
Saturday we met a former coworker of Zelda's for more creative adventures.
Z and L have been planing an art paper run for two years now.
L and her girlfriend knew of a paper store, Art Papers, in the State Fair part of town.
We happened across the owner of the same store at the Fort Worth Japanese Garden festival where she was making paper and block prints.
It was nice.
L was obviously not from around these parts, as she spoke at least 2 to 3 times faster than this Texas boy could listen.
And afterwards we stopped by a favorite eater of ours, Great American Heros on Lemon.
We are now the proud owners of some really nice hand made papers from around the world.
Who knew you could make a living selling art paper!?
I enjoyed most of it. There were the political bits and the fact that I traveled further than anyone else to get there meant few if anyone wanted to visit me at home.
Volunteering was a great way to get involved, when you live further away than anyone else, and so I signed up for just about everything.
I was a social butterfly.
Something I was NOT in college or school.
Zelda has left all her friends in Omaha and has struggled to find people she wants to hang out with here in the land of plenty.
Friday night we met a former coworker of mine from the last office for a trip to the Dallas Museum of Art. (One of those things I enjoyed doing in my single days. "Open late every Thursday night with live music".)
Dizzy is a "landscraper" as they are fondly called in the Architectural circles, she specialized in school on Eco Tourism and is an intern landscape architect with a large firm.
She has a good head on her shoulders.
Down to earth.
Grew up in a small town in Wisconsin.
Doesn't buy into for one minute, the Dallas Metroplex image.
Invited to a "Southern Living Party" by her sister-in-law, she marched to a different drummer and brought her red canvas college purse. As she placed her purse with all the others on the counter, she had to stop and take a picture of them all.
Of the 11 bags, hers was the only one that didn't cost at least $300.00.
Zelda and she are going to get together and do some painting and other creative stuff.
***
Saturday we met a former coworker of Zelda's for more creative adventures.
Z and L have been planing an art paper run for two years now.
L and her girlfriend knew of a paper store, Art Papers, in the State Fair part of town.
We happened across the owner of the same store at the Fort Worth Japanese Garden festival where she was making paper and block prints.
It was nice.
L was obviously not from around these parts, as she spoke at least 2 to 3 times faster than this Texas boy could listen.
And afterwards we stopped by a favorite eater of ours, Great American Heros on Lemon.
We are now the proud owners of some really nice hand made papers from around the world.
Who knew you could make a living selling art paper!?
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