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My husband Ridley sends me a calendar invite for everything.  Everything.  Dental appointment? Calendar invite.  Flight departure? Calendar invite.  Flight change?  New calendar invite.  If I mention I’ll be stopping by Whole Foods on the way home from work to pick up dinner there is a good chance there will be a calendar invite.

For this reason, very little escapes the schedule.  But last week we had a breach.

A planned dinner party with friends was locked down with a calendar invite about 6 weeks ago.   But somehow in recent email exchanges between the guests the date was confirmed for Thursday,  June 27.  I figured I had made a mistake and zeroed in on the date rather than the day of the week.  Naturally, I corrected the event to Wednesday, June 27 on the calendar.

Table set, flowers arranged, food prepared –  24 hours early.  When no one arrived and we realized what had happened, I was gently reminded to stay in my lane with regards to the calendar.  Rest assured, there was a new calendar invite for the next night and the party’s dress rehearsal made it all the more fun.

Sometimes we are just holding on by a thread, and many of  Magi Puig’s paintings reflect the tension.   Brilliant.

Gallery representation:  Ariel Jakob Gallery and Stricoff Fine Art

 

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