It’s Monday morning. The Husband has taken My Kid to school and I have a couple of hours on my own in the apartment before I have to leave for a class. Because I’m using my laptop to get organized for my day I somehow ended up on facebook where friends were complementing Chris Bayes on his new website. So I had to check it out. The text invites one to classes that may be inspiring and I think, that sounds fun. Then I remember I already have a connection to Jef Johnson’s Clownlab. He’s getting inspired teaching children in Sudan at the moment and may have a lab in New York this weekend. I wasn’t able to attend the workshop a couple of weeks ago. I would like to go this Saturday, but I will have to get a babysitter because The Husband will be out of town and wether or not I can go also depends on the time of My Kid’s soccer game and we have tickets for the Brooklyn Children’s Film festival… Jango Edwards is spearheading a monthlong Nouveau Clown Institute course in Barcelona next month. Some people I know are going (mostly single performers not that long out of college). I would very much like to go but of course I can’t for innumerable reasons. But, there is always that little question why can’t I go? It’s not like I have a corporate job. Theoretically I could decide to go and take out my credit card… buy a plane ticket… find a babysitter… Does it mean I’m not sufficiently committed to my home and family if I daydream of clowning in Spain?