Jenny Mulder has a full plate ~ she's the co-organizer of Feliz (Hello!!), making ceramics, and opening up SISTER coffee with her partner Amanda in the next few weeks. Yet, somehow, she thought it would be worthwhile to walk y'all through a semi-typical 24 hours in her life, which (apparently) consists entirely within a 3 mile radius. Read on and get inspired!!
I set my alarm for 5:30 with no intention of waking up before 6:00. I discovered that I have these very quick, intense dreams for the 8 minutes it takes for the snooze to go off. I also just delight in hitting the snooze button. It's the only reason I even set an alarm. These days, I have to be mostly responsible, but hitting the snooze over and over is like being a teenager. But even if I don't set any alarm I'll be awake by 7:00 unless I stayed up late wrecking my bod the night before. I chug water and go for a run. It's a summer morning and the air is so thick I can't believe there is oxygen in it!
I come home, shower, and do the regular getting ready things. Then usually it's errands errands errands, like going to Home Depot or doing laundry or buying something off craigslist. Let's pretend today is simple. I go get coffee and read a book that my friend at Farewell books suggested I read. I need to read more, but currently I read like it's medicine, and Mimi (the owner of the bookshop) prescribes me a book on what ails me. Right now I'm not writing enough and I want to write short stories again, so she's suggested I read Clown Car by Hen Win. It's working
Next I go to (aha!) Farewell Books, where my partner Amanda and I are finishing putting a coffee shop in the back. Soon I will be installing tile on the coffee bar. So let's say I do that today. I lay on my belly and watch DIY videos on how to install tile as I install tile. Jobs like this are like meditation to me, IF I don't let myself get frustrated.
Now it's hot and I'm scared to go outside. I smell the perfume at Las Cruxes.
I reconcile that it will be hot forever and I'll have to go outside at some point. I need to go to my studio anyway and work with clay. I have a studio at "Bolm High" as no one has ever told me it's been called. Actually, I'm in Miranda Bennett's old studio, and she called it "Bolm High" to me once. Right now I have to make a million mugs. I get up and write in big letters "MAKE MORE MUGS" on my chalkboard so I won't forget.
If I didn't run in the morning, every day would exhaust me to tears. But this day wasn't that tiring and I *did* run so I have energy to go out for something to eat or drink. I love that all my friends here love to eat and drink. I love that they all like beautiful things too! And beautiful places! I like the finer things, but I also like a place where I can just sit&exist. Lately, I've been going to The Wheel to sit&exist and maybe I'll go to Justine's to appreciate the finer things. Tonight I find $120 on the ground and go to Justine's and treat a friend to a bottle of wine and steak. I complain that there's not a Tiki Bar in Austin, and my friend looks at me like "Yes, dear, you've said this a hundred times before."
I go home and undress in the most undignified way imaginable. I leave my clothes in a heap on the floor (always) and always pick them up first thing in the morning. I get ready for bed and try to write in my dairy (sometimes) or I get into bed and listen to sleep with me, a podcast made for people who have trouble getting to sleep.