Friday night I tried to get a bunch of stuff done... finally got to bed at 3am. Got up about 7, threw myself into the car, and drove 2 to 2.5 hours to Ionia, where I met some friends who were planning to go to the Chihuly exhibit at Meijer Gardens in Grand Rapids again -- it would be my first time.
Wow. I couldn't pick a favorite item. There were 2 styles of things he did that just didn't speak to me -- they were "okay, I guess" but the rest was either spectacular and breathtaking, or amazing in how ORGANIC it looked. Enormous glass spires in odd colors that looked perfectly at home with weeds growing up around them.
Some Chihuly works were for sale in the gift shop. For less than half the price of my car I could have taken home a stunning and fragile piece which we had no room for.
From there, the 3 of us went to a party at another couple's house -- out near Grand Rapids. One of them had some art being exhibited at the ArtPrize thingamy. We had seen a bunch of ArtPrize art at Meijer Gardens, and also made the point of seeing her exhibit downtown in front of the library. There was a lot of really cool art. When I went on line to vote, I realized that there were over 1700 items exhibited -- so I saw only a tiny percentage of them.
I crashed out in the GR area, getting home early afternoon on Sunday. I tried to get some work done, but ended up going down for a nap. Didn't even notice the spouse come home. But I finally realized he was there, and we went out for food. Once back, he took a shower, preparing for bed, and I went downstairs to spend time on the treadmill. I'm not walking very fast, and most days I don't walk for very long, but I'm trying to do some.
But... you saw the icon I chose, right? Last week after my treadmill time, I went back downstairs to spend more time on the computer there, and heard scratchings and scrabblings that seemed to be between the ceiling of the basement and the floor of the next floor up. It didn't react to bumps and thumps, nor to light, so I couldn't narrow it down any further. I baited the traps better, and until the weekend, religiously checked them. Last night, the spouse went into the pantry, and realized that he was not the only one there. He took our imprisoned guest out for a drive. I felt terribly guilty, because I assume s/he'd been entrapped early in the game -- perhaps even Friday night (I didn't think to check in the wee hours of Saturday).