On Thursday, I drove to the airport to pick Pam up. Once back at my house, we went to the studio to talk
and have a bit of a show 'n tell. We've been seeing each other's work via Skype since the 3rd annual artist retreat back in June, but there's just nothing like seeing the work in person.
More tea bags that Pam's been collecting for me.
On Friday, we ventured to Flinn Gallery in Greenwich to see
We went to lunch
and I took photos of the reflections.
Friday afternoon was spent strolling around Greenwich before journeying to Ridgefield to see more art. A stop at a coffee shop along the way found us swapping stories over tea and chai and laughing so hard I snorted chai out my nose. Thankfully, Pam's the kind of friend who will ignore such events. Then it was a quick stop at the house to pick up my husband and the little urchins so we could go out to dinner.
Once home for the night, the approaching hurricane was discussed and flights were changed. All was well until Saturday morning when we heard the latest updates on Hurricane Sandy. More calls were made and Pam's flight back to Kansas was changed a second time.
48 hours after arriving, Pam was boarding the first of two airplanes that would take her back to Oz.
Yesterday was such a whirlwind, that her leaving didn't really hit until I walked into the studio last night. The emptiness, the quiet, the hole that had been left by her leaving hit hard. Now I have the tiniest inkling of how her studio must feel after a week of our artist retreats.
I'm glad Pam is back home where all is safe and sound, where Hurricane Sandy is not an impending threat, where there are no worries of heavy rain, gusting winds, floods, downed trees and power outages. Still...my studio is empty and that's taking a bit of getting used to.