Day Three

I always have great plans, but lousy follow through.  This is a prime example!  I was determined to write something every day, but I haven't.  There are just some days when I can't find the time.  Bear with me...

Megan was here the last two days.  Yesterday we went to Newnan to check out our stock at The Vintage Flea, and run errands.  We're running a special on steel figures until Father's Day.  I can only hope traffic picks up before Sunday!

Still have all six dogs here.  Last night we had some thunderstorms, and I didn't realize how many of them are afraid of thunder until then!  Ricky & Tico barked constantly, and Turnip and Peanut shivered and hid under blankets.  I felt bad for them, but would probably have been more sympathetic if it had not been so noisy!

It's all over the news about Weiner.  Are you as tired of it as I am?  Okay, the guy lacks the common sense of a yard chicken, and his morals probably suck, but none of that is earth shattering news.  Life went on after Tiger Woods, after Governor Sandford, after Governor Schwarzenegger, we will probably survive Congressman Weiner.  Really, what actual effect will this news have on my life?  I'm thinking none.

There is an author whom I consider a friend, even though I've only met him once.  If you're looking for a great weekend read, pick up "The Real" by James Cole.  It's available on Amazon, Kindle or real book!  James was at our table, along with Bebo and Betty Daniels, at an awards dinner for an art show in Orange Beach.  None of us won any awards, but I almost didn't care.  I found that I could barely talk because James had me laughing so hard!  It's my understanding that he will be here for the Decatur Book Festival on Labor Day weekend.   I'm hoping he can carve out some time for Charlie and me to take him out to dinner.  If you get a chance, check out his webpage - www.secretrealms.com.

I'm counting on spending the entire day at home tomorrow.  I have several silver bird feeders partially constructed, and the plan is to finish as many as possible.  We probably will be doing an art show in Alpharetta next weekend, and I'm anxious to see what kind of feedback I get.  I'm never comfortable showing something I've made.  I figure that people are thinking "I could do that", and they probably could!  I'm an illustration of the difference between an artist and a crafter - I'm merely a crafter.  When we go to art shows, I'm totally intimidated by what I see.  Obviously, talent is something you are born with.  Charlie can teach me techniques, but he can't teach me creativity.  Put me in front of a sewing machine, and I can make anything.  Unfortunately, in my case, that doesn't translate into other genres.  I'm still trying to find my niche.  Have no doubt, one day I will!