It was raining in the morning, and the weather cleared
brightly in time for the opening. “This is the weather for the opening.” I said
to my husband with joy.
I do not know if it was a coincidence, the
weather was almost bad every art exhibitions of my husband. Even when it
exhibited in the nice San Jose in San Francisco, the heavy snow in New York didn’t flight any plane. During
the middle of the night, we drove through Washington for nine hours, which usually
takes four hours. We barely begged for the plane and go straight to the opening
with bloodshot eyes.
The winter opening with the coldest record, the
flood opening, he calls water because he was born in the year of the dragon. He
was complaining that he had been pumping
water all day long in a basement of the store, which he first day to got to
work in difficult times. And the drain was blocked and he helped it, when we
were invited to friend's house too.
Anyhow, my husband seems to have been destined
to do work everywhere he goes. In the studio, there are many kinds of tools for
digging drains. So His nickname is a digger. After marriage, as I arranged
things in line with his fate I became a maid.
It felt good to stop raining on my opening day
and be sunny.
I was too far away to try to tell the story of
a reader who had come to my opening from . Anyway, I was sitting a car in front of the gallery
and looked out. As soon as an Asian woman tried to open a gallery door, I had a
sense of being a reader and I jump out of the car and caught her.
She is a good impressive and a kind-hearted reader.
She has come a long way in her courage as she read only my articles in the newspapers.
I was very grateful and please. She has been reading my articles in the
newspaper for a year and she regret not having read the old article. I e-mailed
my blog address to see my last post and reply came. 'I‘ve been eating e a
candy, and all of a sudden I feel have a box of candy.’ She writes well
sweetly.
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