Captain’s Log 4,388
The Steampunk installation is well underway. And I am so tired I could spit. Except I don’t have the strength to spit. I was on the floor for almost 12 hours yesterday. A big part of the job was keeping those who freak out calm. The artistic process isn’t for everyone, and people who need everything to go according to an exact plan have a real problem. There are always bumps in the road.
These came in. Too bad they aren’t for sale. I would like to buy one.
Such fun! Such whimsy! And such a lovely man who makes them.
By around 7:00 last night, I started to look like this.
Oh God! Can I go home now, PLEASE?
Several of the artists showed up about 5:30 with an infused enthusiasm that just made me want to lie down on a cot. I was ready to collapse and they were just getting started. A big part of yesterday was getting cars in and out of the museum. 14 cars out and 7 cars in. Then there was lunch for about 20 people. Lather, rinse, repeat for today.
We got the neon hung. I stayed away from that project. The lift failed at one point and the two guys who were riding in the basket couldn’t get down. We almost had to drop them on the second floor (and have them climb like monkeys to safety), but then the switch released and they were able to make it safely to the floor.
Don’t try this at home.
Tonight we will see if we can actually make this stuff light up and do something!
Time for a shower and another cup of strong coffee. We can do this!