White Paint

I know a man that paints.

Every day, all he does is paint the hospital white. It's his job. He goes around with cans of white paint, in all white clothes, and paints the walls Toby Cosgrove's favorite color. As long as there is a Clinic, he says, he will be painting it white.

This man keeps a sense of humor about things. As he paints the baseboards, he scoots around on a little wheeled board, zipping down the hallway at the level of your knees and smiling up at you. We've chatted many a time in the hallway about the changing weather, about where we're from, about our careers. I thanked him one day for painting the walls white. He thanked me for fixing bodies.

In the end, how much does it matter whether we are painting the walls or fixing bodies? Or serving french fries to patients' families, or fixing the phones when they break? In the end, we all work at the Cleveland Clinic, and the place wouldn't run too well without every one of those positions filled.

I wonder, though, if he ever wishes he painted at Rainbow Babies and Children's Hospital across the street.  :)

More dance

I've finally gotten back into dance competitions after a couple of years of being too busy!  The preparation for the cancelled February competition did not go to waste. I actually went to 3 comps this spring with my awesome, kind, wonderfully compatible partner Ian Wong. We competed USADance collegiate. It was relatively cheap and relaxed. I miss open competition, but the time will come for that.

But talk is cheap, so here's the photos: