Transformation

We are resting, I painted yesterday, so I was pretty tired, but excited to go out last night to G's show. T came home early, we ate at a local spot we like, taking it easy, it was only around 4 in the afternoon. We set out for the 8 o'clock Cambridge show(Central Square) just after 6. We were hit with one obstacle and calamity after another. A terrible traffic snarl and mess stopped everything almost immediately. The jam was caused by a severe accident coupled with hordes of cars filled with eager children going to see Disney On Ice at the Boston Garden. Several trips off and back on the highway accomplished nothing. Traffic on all the back roads and alternate routes was really just not moving as well. So, we decided to abandoned the plan to drive to T's work, park there and catch the Redline at South Station to the performance. We were near the Wollaston T Station and decided to ditch the Saab pronto and hop a fast(ha)Redline Train to Cambridge immediately. It took forever just to get into the lot and pay for parking. There was an an unbelievably slow carful in front of us, chatting it up with the ticket guy. By this time I was feeling just a wee bit frantic, but thought the subway was the perfect solution. Once inside, the T ticket machines were all troubled, not taking bills and balking at every turn. When we secured my ticket, the turnstiles were not accepting T passes or tickets! Finally, I got through and ran up the escalator to a waiting train, a feat with my bad knees. T tried to follow, but was thwarted by a young woman who would absolutely not budge to let her by. Needless to say, we missed that train. The next train wasn't accepting passengers, and streaked right through the station. We finally boarded one at 7:25. It started off and quickly rolled to a complete standstill. It was finally slow going, but we sent a text to G, as we thought we might be late. We found out that luckily he was performing second. We arrived in Central Square, nearly ran the two blocks to Mobius, making it just on time, phew! The other performer was warming up slowly and going on at 8:15. We took our saved seats next to Greg in the really small black room and relaxed. The first artist was very interesting and there were parallels with G's, although continents apart. It was a wonderful double performance and worth every hassle and near mishap to get there. One of the nicest parts of the evening was seeing G making connectionsconnections after the performance with the folks who manage the performance space, audience members and Pampi, the other artist. It was a very moving and successful night, one I will not forget.

Nora, Gordon, my parents and G's other grandparents would have been so terribly proud of their talented young man.

G has already started thinking of new ways to perform the piece when we do it with Nora's artifacts and my paintings at our local library meeting room/gallery space. I'm almost ready to start a third painting and have to start ordering some frames.

For the Record.
This day came in smelling like snow and has eventually turned into a day with actual snowfall. T woke up with a big cold, tea, honey and lemon and cat doctoring on the couch today for her.