My theory is that when you travel you’re in the moment and there’s so many things you can’t predict happening. But if you enter the race with a sense of humor you get to the finishing point with a wonderful collection of memories and stories.
When you’re a teacher, so many things can go wrong if you don’t keep on top of the process.
So many people are relying on you. I sure take it seriously.
The older I get and the longer my teaching career extends I check, double check, and check again and sometimes I still make mistakes. So tonight arriving at my event destination. I’ve been going over every piece of paper work I have for the event and I pour over the computer making sure all is on track for the class and the other official things I have to do. I can’t enter into conversation with the husband. pleaseeeee.
This is the town of my birth, I have friends and relatives here and we came in a few days early to visit with them…. then that’s it folks… no more fluff.
I, like all teachers I have some horror stories of things that have gone wrong. Far too many to write here. Many, many years ago I turned up at an event late due to a huge traffic jam in transit. Many, many, many years ago, I missed my plane and ended up a day late for an event. It put so many people out I was utterly embarrassed.
One nightmare of a trip in England, I struggled with my luggage trying to travel by train. I had to whip them up 100’s of steps it seemed, then down again, onto a train and find somewhere for them to rest, off that train and onto a connecting one, then down more steps and into one of those English Taxis were the driver was more interested in eating his pie (which he dripped down his t shirt) than helping me with my luggage. I was a nervous wreck when I got to the event and had to stand in front of 500 people that evening and give a flawless lecture. I think those were the days that almost ended my career. I tell you folks it sure makes you strong.
So here I go again, doing the thing I love the best, sharing what I love about Textile Art with like minded people, and trust me, these days it goes smoothly and casually without anyone knowing about the preparation that precedes each session of joy.
I also have the most amazing collection of stories, which left to float around for a while become side splitting memories.
This trip is unusual. 11 days in a single room with Mr Holland working on his computer and talking to clients. (I’m normally on my own) So I put the earphones in turn up the sound and work to the dulcet tones of Secret Sisters. He did come in handy today though, I needed his brand new toothbrush to clean out the connection on my iPad. !
First time I’ve had to do that in fifty years of marriage.
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OMG, I love the toothbrush story!
Hi Pam, Wanted to share with you the project I did after Asilomar where I took your class. I was at my grandies later this summer and asked them to make a mandala for me to have. Their ages are 25 to 8 and they really enjoyed the process. They turned out good and I put them in my studio to remind me everyday how special they are. Loved this post. Did you tell your husband you “borrowed” his toothbrush? I never knew you need to clean out your IPad Pro! LOL.
Karen Adams 😉
fantastic Karen…. it was great having you in class..Yes, he actually gave me the toothbrush.
Now that is true love… good on you Keith. Wait… did he know you used it? 🙂
Yes he did actually.
I remember those days lecturing and giving presentations. No more for this
Loved your toothbrush story! LOL