So, okay, it's been a few days. I've been bebopping from one task to another, one place to another, and never accomplishing everything I want to. They say a man's reach should not exceed his dreams. For me, it's that a woman's accomplishments must not exceed her list! I can't imagine a day where I wake up without immediate thought of what I need to get done that day. Of course, I never get it all done. This blog is definitely one of those things that often go undone!
One thing I did do was go to Deborah and Paul Flack's house. They are kind enough to keep us supplied with Freon tanks for pigs. Anyway, I love, love, LOVE their house! It's funky, cool and has an incredible work space for Deb. I am pea green with envy. I often use the excuse that if I had more room, I could do more. Their house is about the same size as mine, but it's clear they have really figured out ways to use every inch. Of course, I came home and looked at my house with a different eye. I see lots of work around here in Charlie's future!
I keep working on these dadgummed bird feeders. They didn't sell so well at our last show, but neither did anything else. I consider the show this weekend to be their second "test run". If they don't sell there, I may give them up. I'm desperately trying to find something uniquely mine. At one time, I was going great guns on my stained glass. The pieces I did, especially the light boxes, got a good reception, but I found myself wandering away from the glass. First off, the materials are really pretty expensive. Then, when I finish a piece, people don't want to pay what it's worth. I'm not one of those people who make art for the love of art! If it doesn't pay for itself, it's outta here! I guess I'm a bit of a dilettante, flitting from one "passion" to another. Ultimately, I'll find my niche.
It's that time of year for afternoon thunderstorms here in Atlanta. I normally love rain and thunder, with lots of noise. Not so much this year. Ricky is a great dog who's spending the summer with me. He barks when there is a dark cloud, and will not shut up when it thunders! This makes Tico, Bitsy and Turnip bark. I don't know if the three sopranos are barking because of the thunder, or on general principle. Poor old Peanut. As she gets older, she gets more afraid in general. When the others start, she just comes to me shivering. I've found that if I put her in my lap, or sit with her on my bed, she seems to feel better. I worry this might be the last summer we have Peanut with us. She's just the sweetest, most loving girl.
I'm hopeful you will judge this blog by what it says, not it's length. The dryer timer is buzzing, calling my name...
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