I meant to mention earlier this week that we spent Memorial Day 550 feet beneath the earth….

in the Lewis and Clark Caverns. There were about 600 steps to walk through–eep!, and a slide, and some zigzaggy sections, and some sections where you couldn’t stand up, which was more annoying for Paul, I think. It was pretty neat although there’s been a lot of damage to the cave over the years and I’m not sure it was as splendor-filled as the ones in Texas. But hey, 550 feet underground! The cave really was that pink in that room. I tried to take more pictures, but as you can imagine, there’s not a lot of light in a cave. Also, I was more focused on not falling down the steps (therby creating a 25 person domino topple) than taking photos.

The weekend before that we went to Livingston, about 1/2 an hour away from here, for an art opening– Paul is showing his puzzle paintings (above–yes, the user is invited to spin the pieces). Local people who I like to fantasize might be reading my blog (and secretly want to befriend me?), it is at the Danforth Gallery until the 24th if you are interested. It’s okay, I know the chances are slim that you exist.

I wore my sparkly shoes that I made for Adorn, since Livingston is supposed to be where the movie stars shop. I didn’t see any of them there, though. Lots of people came to the opening, so that was good. I bought another ceramic cup from Paul’s friend. I have a small collection now. I don’t get to have it till after the show is over, though, so you don’t get to see it.

I’m entering crunch time with work stuff right now so… yes, the posts will continue to be few and far between. How do I always mange to have all the important deadlines happening in the summer? Oh well.