A learning day again today, and much sorting. I picked up John in the morning and we went down to Canterbury. I hoped to consolidate everything into one unit and empty the van, but practically it wasn’t quite possible in the way I envisaged it. I needed to free up some space. Fortunately over the years I’ve met lots of people who do unusual things. About twenty minutes after I sent a video of the alien sarcophagus I found a prop maker who is converting it into a cryostasis tube for a show in town. Then a little later I got enough money to pay John into my account in exchange for nine euro crates full of nice old books that I was on the verge of just giving up on. The lesson, of course, is that time spent working on something reaps rewards. I’ve been conveniently forgetting to focus on these units, but I absolutely mustn’t take my eye off the ball with them anymore. I have to lower my monthly costs on storing this stuff or I’m throwing good money after nothing.
That said, Ffion met me in the storage unit at lunchtime having driven down, and we grabbed some costumes for a thing on Monday at one of my older regular money jobs. It’s been hard to get our heads together on that one and the client has been so slippery about money that my imagination has slipped away from them. There’s strange energy coming back so I’m not throwing too much of mine that way right now. I’ve got a fair few pies in the oven right now. But I’m happy we will look good while we work which is an important part of the deal. I’ll keep holding myself to a high standard even if it feels like they don’t care a spit about anything but the bottom line.
I’ll have to go back soon to that unit, I reckon I might be able to find a prop warehouse to take much of it. On the phone they always ask for photos, and it’s so bloody time consuming for no certainty that I’m tempted to just show up with a van full of stuff. With photos they’ll pick a few things and won’t want the rest, but if it’s all in front of them nicely packed in boxes I’m thinking maybe they’ll just take the lot off my hands.
When I dropped the sarcophagus off, they asked me if I had any wooden flats. I could have cried. But all that wood the other week went into energy via Riverside Resource Recovery so maybe that’s just where it needed to be. Everything at the right time.
It’s been lovely moving shit around with John. We were at Guildhall together. Lots of blood under the bridge since then and both of us are still switching the light on. I’m home now and tomorrow a little less busy but still shifting things. Canterbury is too far though, I’m gonna have to shift things to make myself more efficient as it always feels like a mission.
AlBarclay 