After a tumultuous week where I had a delightful run in with my boss and his boss (who can only manage by yelling and being accusatory)for essentially doing my job, more work than I have hours in the day for, and two friends who rubbed me the wrong way, I was more than ready for the weekend.
Of course, that meant having to work late on Friday night as it was finally realized that the issue I brought up a month ago was indeed a problem and needed to be resolved. So while I can stop feeling like the database Cassandra, it would have been far less stressful to have been believed a month ago.
After the huge, full moon Friday night (which could explain some of the weirdness of the day), I decided I needed a Saturday to myself. Seeking some solace, I headed to the MFA to wander around a bit. It was also the School of the Museum of Fine Arts sidewalk sale so I got to see some rather creative pieces of art, including the sketch that gives this blog post a title. One rather creative artist took an assignment for a still life using every day objects, ignored the de rigueur fruit, and went with high heels and push up bras. It was a great piece and a funny depiction of the aftermath of a very fun evening.
Another artist was doing on the spot watercolors. I always admire artistic people and asked her if she only worked in watercolor. While she does acrylics and oils, for her it was clear watercolors were the thing. She said that watercolors "were like breathing" to her and showed me some of her brushes she had since she first started painting. It was great to talk to her and her enthusiasm was a bright spot in what started as a bad day.
It was threatening rain or sun and couldn't quite make up which direction to go. So I, being without an umbrella, chanced it and walked back to Cambridge via the Public Garden. It was challenging to navigate the crowds but it was a good bit of exercise, once I figured out a puzzling pedestrian detour.
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