Sunday, November 23, 2014
1. I do not like to drive on ice. That's probably true for everyone, but yesterday was the first time I experienced it without even a little bit of snow to provide traction. Luckily, aside from going slightly out of my way when I slid past my turn ... twice ... I'm none the worse the wear for that lesson.
2. I shouldn't try to carry my coffee, purse, bag-o-drawing stuff and a long box at once on an ice-covered parking lot. My coffee was unfortunately killed in the attempt, but everything else survived mostly intact.
3. I suck at picking craft fairs to participate in. I had a good location as the second table from the door and everyone who stopped had nothing but compliments for my work. Some visitors even picked things up and discussed the items, materials and techniques I used. Sadly, though, I didn't sell a darn thing. Zip. Zilch. Zero. Nada.
It was a bust for all but a couple of the vendors, although the sponsor did a rip-roaring business selling raffle tickets for their fundraiser of donated gift baskets. Darn it. Anyway, several vendors assured me my work was reasonably priced. The fair just attracted visitors that were supporting the sponsor, but not necessarily there to buy anything.
4. I also learned my girl can seriously cheer me up after a crappy day. That lesson I like.
I had a crummy day, but I knew she was looking forward to one of our dinner and shopping nights while the boys were at the Cavs game. I was planning on pretending to have fun, but after 10 minutes in her company I no longer had to fake it. The girl just makes me laugh. It's like going shopping with a girlfriend instead of my 10yo daughter. How can I not give thanks for that?!!?
Friday, November 21, 2014
Thursday, November 20, 2014
He still eats like he's starving, follows the sunbeam around for his naps and bugs me for his daily walks.
He still loves every human being he meets, prefers a fence between himself and other dogs and thinks things that move by themselves are scary – leaves blowing in the wind especially.
He now hides in the bathtub during thunderstorms, prefers to eat his dinner off the floor instead of from his bowl and knows when it's 7:30pm and time for his nightly Dentastix.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
BTW, the letter is cobbled together from multiple versions I've found over the years. I'm not that good of a writer. When I saw an explanation I liked, I added it to the file. I've had it mostly ready to go for three years, but yesterday is the first time I was asked the big question.
"Is Santa real? And mom, don't lie," the girl said to me. In the car. On the way to the dentist.
Too bad the letter was at home on my computer.
Well, except for that stretch of 70 and 270 when he found the Columbus station broadcasting the Browns game coverage. I don't remember it. I must have dozed off and got my nap during the game after all.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
I enjoyed chatting with the ladies who had tables near me, but we had more time to fill than any of us wanted. Visitors were mostly looking and we each had only a handful of sales. I don't think the weather kept them away, but it was an awfully small parking lot.
Oh well. I had plenty of time to get the front and back cover of Sketchbook #43 decorated and even started on the inside cover.
It was better than helping with homework and doing laundry, so I'm going to count it as a success.