As some of you know, I am in a bit of a "transitional period" in my life.  And I am trying to rectify my past to my present as I look towards my future.  And while all this well and good, practicality called me, as I needed to go through crap I have amassed in my 30+ year existence on this earth.

As I was clearing out my workshop- I came across some boxes my dad left for me to go through, things he had at his home that were mine mixed in with items that belonged to my brother, and mom.  Basically stuff he knew at least weren't his. There was a box of Posters, and I started to laugh as I lifted - a still in the wrapper- Eric Davis LA Dodger's Poster.  Its in mint condition!  It even still has its original price tag of 4.99, along with the clearance price of 2.49.  

This reminded me of days spent at Riverfront with my dad each summer, as I would sit with my dad and keep score as we watched the Big Red Machine, in the years before Marge Schott made us scared to admit that we were Red's Fans. I still hold fond memories, although I no longer count myself as Cincinnati Fan.  It reminds me that I long for the days of summer, when the news wasn't saturated with questions of who next was going to be indited for using the juice.   They may have been scandals and issues, but as a wide eyed teen watching her favorite team, I didn't notice.   So I am a fan of Baseball, and in my new future I will search for a team  to be my team.

Then I came across a parody poster of Kermit the Frog- as Forrest Gump.  A poster of Rowlf the Dog - dressed as a Piano Man, and a poster of Kermit in his...GASP- Calvin Klines....And I am reminded of why I am clearing the space in the basement, to work  and create.  Thinking of days when I fell in love with Puppetry and Theatre,  when I would spend hours in my parents basement, or at college, trying not to cut off my fingers with the band saw as I carved a new puppet head.  I love the smell of fresh cut wood, and getting my hands messy in clay and paint.  And in my future I will endeavor to always be in the process of creating something.

Sports and arts seem like unlikely bed fellows, but as I come full circle in my life, I return to those things that made me happy so long ago.  Now I will bask in the thrill of a live game- watching my beloved Crew, and heading to the Gallery hop to see my work on display, and most importantly, teach my children to love and appreciate life, and their chosen loves.  And I will be open to their choices, even if my son becomes a Chicago Fire fan.