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We sure could have used in-car entertainment back when Alex was a baby. We had to travel the old fashioned way, radio blasting to drown out the complaining from the back seat. Emily will happily (most days) sit and watch her video from her barco lounger. Did you know her car seat has memory foam? The seat was given to us, the best kind of car seat. Our first car seat was also given to us, but that one had metal bars and a pull down front cross member. It was perfectly safe but it was kind of like strapping Alex into a roller coaster. It was the best we could do because we were broke and it served us well without any problems.
Admittedly, we are much more picky raising Emily. I guess age and being less broke will do that to you. Another thing age will do is make you postpone taking away the bottle before bed time for a little too long.
This is the week we do that and as I am writing this Elizabeth is making plans to sleep over at a friends house for the week. Emily is complaining right now about the change to her routine from her bedroom. She is saying “baby, baby, baby” in case we forgot who she was.
I wonder if I should plan on a DVD player in the crib…..
I started my next painting last week after trying in vain to get the first five printed at work. I was finally able to get the printing done last night and with any luck will have everything up at the yogurt shop tomorrow.
The giclee’s didn’t turn out too bad, not as nice as I would have liked, but good considering the photographs were a little low res for the print process. Once I get my originals back I will scan them a portion at a time and see if I can get original that work better.
This experience has been interesting, sometimes frightening, sometimes exhausting, and always emotional. It’s not unlike standing in front of someone naked, in the middle of winter, after a cold shower, 100 pounds overweight, bathed in fluorescent lighting, on a stage. Honestly, it is a very vulnerable insecure self loathing critical thinking judgmental place putting ones artwork out for all the world to stare and point fingers at. It makes me really nervous and yet I am compelled to start websites like RohrFineArt.com to invite even more strangers to stare at my nakedness from the comfort of their own home.
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I feel so repulsed yet compelled to create? Why do I stand up in front of hundreds each week and sing my heart out and get completely lost in the moment and act a fool only then to consider what I must look look like acting the fool and shudder at my vulnerability and do it all again next week? Why do I paint pictures and hang them in public spaces inviting people to be critical and then live in fear they might actually have an opinion and in response to that fear invite more people to criticize?
I have come to the conclusion that I can’t help myself.
I am fatally drawn to create by the Creator and His passion and love for me is something I can no longer control. I am being pulled along, overtaken, swept up in the swift current of this great romance and drowning in the conviction that His affection toward me is real. In that place, face to face, the reflection of me through gentle eyes is so lovely, so pure, so sweet and intoxicating I willingly let go of my last breath of self perception and inhale His.
I don’t understand it, I can’t adequately describe it, but I know it is real becuase the version of me, the idea of me, the one I find when I am caught up with Him is so not from me. I know what I think about me, I have spent a lifetime creating this visage and I know all too well the way I can detest it. My me and God’s me are quite disparate at times. My me and God’s me would not be friends most days. My me and God’s me would argue almost all the time about almost everything. My me and God’s me are worlds apart most days but my me and God’s me are getting to know each other.
I guess that might be the point of it all in the end, getting to know God’s me instead of my me.
So with fear and trepidation I drop the layers of my me and step on stages to become naked so that I can put on God’s me.
Update: I received a very nice, very apologetic phone call from the store manager and I suggested a few things that he agreed with wholeheartedly. It was a good conversation and I felt bad for the dude. Apparently, he has been assigned to this store to change the culture, and has only been there since January.
I haven’t decided if I will go back to Home Depot or not. As much as I appreciated the effort, customer service problems with managers is inexcusable. I can forgive the ignorant part time worker, but the salary employee should know better.
I went to store 4656 tonight to return some weed block fabric I did not need. When I arrived, there was a man and his child in line waiting for the one return lane to clear. The woman in the lane was returning tile, a cart load of tile, which apparently was purchased on multiple credit cards. The man ahead of me left after a couple minutes as apparently he had been waiting a while already. I took up the next position in line and after 10 minutes I gave up and decided to head out to the car that held my waiting family.
I was almost to the car when an associate called for me to come back in as there was another return lane. She stated I seemed irritated when I left, I told her I was fine that I just had to get back to the family. The service desk return lane (didn’t have a light on while I was waiting and still didn’t) had another customer and the woman at the register snapped something about me having to go wait at the other lane. I explained to her that I was called back in to go to this lane and she said I would have to wait. I explained to her my family was in the car and that is why I left the first time and I would return later and then never return.
I appreciated the first associates concern that I be taken care of, although it would have been nice if I was engaged while waiting. She did her best knowing I had been waiting a long time and left the store and I can’t fault her although it would have been good if she made sure I could be helped when I came back in! I didn’t appreciate at all the way I was treated by the customer service associate once I returned.
I was fine with coming back later, I have worked retail, I know how busy it can get, I just had to leave to take care of my family that was waiting for me in the car. What I am not fine with is the apparent lack of communication between the associates and being treated as if it was my idea to come to the other return lane. Even if it was my idea, there is no excuse to treat a loyal customer like they are an inconvenience to your day.
I have spent many hours and dollars at this store, but there is a Lowe’s just down the road and I will not return to Home Depot once I am done with my return. I have had problems with a manager at the return desk at Lowe’s as well so perhaps I just bring out the worst in people, but I know I did nothing to warrant this tonight.
All that needed to happen was for one of the four associates that passed me by while waiting to acknowledge me. That would have made all the difference and garnered a much better result than trying to do so after I left.