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The African exhibit was disappointing, it was all work of one guy and some was OK, but narrowly focused. The space was sure weird, the Belmont Town Hall annex- it would have been OK for a show of small traditional work but I think this muct have been included in a 1% for art project or something- the exhibit spacer was above a knee wall and only about as high as I could reach. The ceiling is vaulted with amazing skylights but some idiot put red tie rods down low and then even lower than that are rows of flourecents, practically can bounce your head on them as you walk. All this 'stuff' down low sure takes away from the lovely angles of the huge open ceiling. Sylvia said the other room is better exhibit space, but she has some questions about security and the number of people who would 'stop by' the fourth floor of a tight parking place. I told her- none. But it would be good for the resume if nothing else.

And lunch was awful, good thing I really wanted to do something, ANYthing today, so it doesn't matter. And a note to Aisa, the restaurant: tempura should be hot, hot and sour soup shouldn't look like minestrone, and things that have grill marks on them that are stone cold leave one worrying. Maybe their gas has been cut off.

And speaking of gas being cut off, TY called again and was bemoaning the conditions in Jupiter. Apparently by thie afternoon they still didn't have power to the street lights so driving was trecherous with no signals. With no power, only a very few gas stations were able to pump, and many municiple offices are closed because they have no computers. He said the chain saw noise was deafening, but most of the damage where we are seems to have been from twisters that the hurricane put down.

And I guess that my shell mosaic table I made a while ago didn't make it through- the grout has come off and the shells are missing or broken. I had left it outside on the deck because it's so heavy I didn't think anything could happen to it. it makes me sad because they were my mom's shells and all I had left of them. Well, except for the eighteen shell wreathes I have hanging in the bathroom. She sure was prolific.