Jesse said: "Did you know your eyebrows are uneven?"
I said: "What are you talking about?"
Jesse said: "Go look in the mirror."
So I did, and what do you know, I made it through the whole year without noticing I had indeed over plucked my left eyebrow. Here's a list of other noteworthy events of 2013:
So I did, and what do you know, I made it through the whole year without noticing I had indeed over plucked my left eyebrow. Here's a list of other noteworthy events of 2013:
January: I
made babies. At RISD, in a class called “Drawing Children.” Even though one (or more) of my babies looked like a Russian mafia midget with a mild to
severe case of blepharospasm (eye twitching), I still got an A.
February: Storm
Nemo dumped a few feet of snow on Rhode Island. Power was lost. School was
cancelled. I made a snowman with Nemo leftovers.
March: I
turned into the primary president at church. It happened like this: the bishop
of our congregation called Jesse and I into his office, said he wanted me to be
primary president, I said “Oh no,” and then he said that everybody loves me,
and that I have "a way" with children. The end.
It was not the job I wanted,
mainly because my heart isn't a bottomless pit of patience for other people's kids, and because primary is the largest
organization to be in charge of every Sunday. Each week, I have to make sure
all 10 children’s classes (ages 18 months to 11 years old) have teachers who
will show up and provide a spiritually enlightening lesson; that I (or some other responsible, spiritual
adult) provide a spiritually enlightening lesson to all 33 children age 3-11 in
the same room; that there’s a reliable adult present to teach them how to sing
hymns from the children’s songbook so the kids can stand up in sacrament
meeting and not be embarrassing because they don’t know any of the words to the
songs in the annual primary program; that no child gets punched in the face,
poked in the eye, or runs while holding scissors.
Jesse also received a new calling. He's the ward clerk, which means he attends church meetings from 7:30 am until 2:30pm.
April: Nothing noteworthy happened this month.
April: Nothing noteworthy happened this month.
May: I made my debut as a medical illustrator.
June: June
was boring. Except for when Jesse became the finance director for Project Hope Art and was selected to be an analyst for the Clinton Health Access Initiative.
July: We
went to Haiti.
August: We
had our 8-year anniversary in Vermont at Shelburne Farms. On our honeymoon
in 2005, we walked around all day at
the San Diego Zoo. So on August 17, 2013, we walked around all
day, traversing various portions of the farm’s more than 10 miles of
walking trails and playing “Name that Poop” near the sheep/pig/goat/llama pens. Apparently I’m more adept at identifying animal feces than Jesse.
I was awarded a new title,
according to one family we know from church, the matriarch of which informed me
that her children had this conversation in the car:
Child 2: I wish Sarita
was our president, she would be so much fun.
Child 4: Well, you can't have her because she is OUR primary president.
Child 3: She is the best Primary President. She is so fun, now that she is our president we play a lot more games.
Child 2: She would be good at any thing.
Child 4: Yeah, like Ward President!
Child 4: Well, you can't have her because she is OUR primary president.
Child 3: She is the best Primary President. She is so fun, now that she is our president we play a lot more games.
Child 2: She would be good at any thing.
Child 4: Yeah, like Ward President!
September:
We ran the Wicked Half Marathon in Salem, MA. I had always wanted to see Salem,
until we got stuck in 3 hours of traffic on the one-lane road that leads into
the city.
Jesse’s parents came to
visit.
More volunteer work: we
started working our 2nd and 4th Saturday shifts at the
Boston Temple as ordinance workers. Our shift is 11:00 am-5:00pm but add at least two and a half hours for commuting time to and from Boston.
October: Jesse
received a fabulous promotion at work.
I realized that I signed up
for the two classes that should never be taken in the same semester at RISD:
Book Dummy and Illustration III. The latter is a class focused on character
development. For 12 weeks, you try to make characters look the same from
different angles in different scenes. Each project had
multiple parts—hours of preliminary sketches, rough drafts of final sketches,
final sketches, then color comps, then finals in full color, etc.
The goal of Book Dummy was
to produce a complete version of a book you might send to a publisher or agent—a
complete 32-page layout (so that the pages turn) with text and illustrations in
place and at least one finished spread in full color. This class would have
been less problematic had I not changed my story every week.
So I crawled into my cave
and didn’t come out, except to teach WRT 104 at URI, use the bathroom, and attend my 29th
birthday party. Thank you wonderful friends!
November: We had Thanksgiving in New Hampshire.
December: Jesse received another fabulous promotion at work.
There was so much to do in Book Dummy class and I was so far behind that I was 2 hours late to the last class with a sloppy final project—when do I ever do that? Never. It was a traumatic day and I cried. And then I had one day to completely redo my book dummy before leaving for a Very Important Writer's Workshop in Big Sur, California. So in the end, it all worked out.
There was so much to do in Book Dummy class and I was so far behind that I was 2 hours late to the last class with a sloppy final project—when do I ever do that? Never. It was a traumatic day and I cried. And then I had one day to completely redo my book dummy before leaving for a Very Important Writer's Workshop in Big Sur, California. So in the end, it all worked out.
AND, the day I flew to California on December 5th, Merella’s baby, little Dario Levi Espinoza, was born. He wasn’t due until December 19th, but must have heard I was coming, and wanted to say hi. I went straight to the hospital after landing in San Francisco.
A big envelope arrived in the mail.
We spent Christmas in California.
And now we're going to live despicably ever after.
