Monday, February 25, 2013
a better ending
Some of you might remember that in 2011 I was asked to present a proposal to the garden club for their gift of a sculpture-turned-etched glass to the library, which I did in December of that year. The garden club had amassed a large sum of money and needed to spend it to avoid having to pay taxes on the bank account.
You can read the whole sordid tale here if you are interested.
I did find out last September, quite by accident, from the people that got the commission that the committee had, indeed, shown them my design.
It dredged up all the bad feelings for a while but I did succeed in putting it all behind me. I was just too damn busy by then to allow it to occupy my thoughts. And the people who did the work, which was installed last summer, were in dire straits and really needed the commission so it was hard for me to begrudge them it especially since we were starting on the two walls for Invesco.
Fast forward to yesterday when I finally dragged my sorry ass to the gym after more than a week since my previous visit. I was about halfway through my cardio when a lady started up on the treadmill next to me and asked what I was reading (I always take a book to read while I do my brisk walk). She was very friendly and chatty, as if she knew me. She looked familiar but I couldn't place her until she mention the Garden Club. I told her that I hadn't been to any of the meetings this year because we had so much work and I was always in the city on Thursdays (meeting day). She asked what kind of work we did and then put two and two together and asked if we had done the work for the library.
“No”, I told her, “we had submitted a proposal but it wasn't picked. “
“I liked your design the best.” she said.
“Really?”, I replied, “cause I only got 5 votes.”
“I know.” she said. “I liked your design the best but I didn't vote for it and I'll tell you why. It was more money. Just about everyone liked your design the best” she continued, “but they didn't vote for it for the same reason.”
I was a little dumbfounded. I knew, even if they didn't, that my proposal was within the budget allocated for the project.
So, even though they were asked to vote on the design they liked best, what they voted on was the amount of money they liked best.
Somehow, that actually makes me feel better about the whole thing.