Ten March 2017

A perfect 10 (ten), a Saturday morning, very early but up & roaring, ready to wreak havoc, create & re-create as necessary as soon as the time is right. Like when the sun comes up.

EXPLAIN POR FAVOR.

Very well.

AS BRIEFLY AS POSSIBLE.

Not to worry about that today but here goes.

On the general existing calendar it is Friday. HOWEVER, on my feeble & demented body/mental calendar, it is Saturday. Actually Saturday morning & early. As in dark early. Which is good because I can focus on this little task of, of … enlightenment.

Two FULL days off & with the next art show rapidly approaching one can only imagine the list of things to do & projects requiring attention. Top that off with the ‘other’ thingys that should be done such as Spring cleaning & yard work one can easily & CLEARLY see why life at the cloud is often times upside down but echoes of complaints simply are not heard & do not exist.

I retired early last evening after a splendid turkey sandwich, shower & commercial-free telly. Dozed off and went to bed falling asleep reading about the Mayan calendar. VERY THANKFUL there will be NO TEST on that monsterous task,

From time to time, in (very) rare idle moments, I work on my novel in my head only. The plot, story lines, sub-plots & characters. Set in early 19th century Paraguay, international trade & intrigue, dark, shady & clandestine characters, plots & storylines begin in London and go back & forth a few times. The Paraguain dictator de Francia, aka Il Supremo, figures predominantly and certainly more research is required but WHEN ? Action will center around an arms deal with the small rebel faction and I will not divulge any more such as the ending. You’re going to have to wait and buy the book like MILLIONS of others. OR, you can WAIT for the movie.

At 9:00 am I head out. First to Leon’s where we will make frames. I am thinking of three (3) types & different materials. Weathered wood for the rustic wood/farm house/ kitchen chic (5-6), two (2) dos white & narrow for regenerating neurons.3 & .4 and one made from quarter-round molding for a reclaim momento of a project using grout, glass & ceramic shards. Could wind up quite cool I expect. They usually do or I drop them.

There is a religious painting in the work months, I don’t think a year yet, that is ALMOST done.

This one is just awesome. I am going to make prints of it for $10 and thinking of either keeping original, selling it for $10 K or DONATING it to the church for $20 K. How’s that for brilliant?

MUST speak to my accountant AND Father Sal first however. But there are options & it’s all about CHOICES that we make or do NOT make. Regardless, we must live WITH them.

Must swing by the printers. Minor changes to the tri-fold need approval before printing. Images for the frames s/b ready for pickup. Also labels for coasters.

COASTERS ?

You heard me. Those things you set glasses or drinks on so as not to leave water marks on furniture ? Then again how would YOU know of such things ? These are for SOPHISTICATED households. Moron.

I think a set of note cards should also be ready to pick up after some minor changes as well. The Observation Deck from Rio Lagartos. I used all of that one first & the redesign with the brand signature is THEE latest & final improvement. A deep subliminal message resonates with this image.

Stop for a few groceries or food items. Not much. I see celery on sale, cabbage for some sauerkraut, pistachios have hit the right price for a ‘buy’.

Lent bears on. Happy to report weight dropped to 174 this week. Between meal ‘snacks’ are killers.

I should be a Grandpa again. Last text from FB yesterday was from the hospital & they were beginning the preps. In the quiet waiting-to-hear mode here. Respecting privacy and treating them how I would like to be in similar conditions.

Reminds me of the circus atmosphere when l (L)'s first arrived. It was like a social media extravaganza, mega-event. But at that time we were already well down the road to Splitsville. It’s fine. One can only live one’s own life.

I think that’s it for out, about & running around. Except Stations of the Cross and the fish fry right afterwards for supper. I think I’ll just take out & bring it home to keep the work gig going.

Get home, settle in and attack the multitude of projects vigorously ALL DAY for the REST of the day and into the dark if able. Daylight savings time returns hip, hip hurray. Finally goodbye winter. Hello 8:00 pm bike rides.

Job activity the past week reached a fevor pitch. This is ‘job’ as in resuming the ‘career’. Much bubbling as predicted by Pete in the chance encounter at THD. Running true to form.

What else, what else, what else … ?

Special Ed returned my call & schedules did not mesh for him this time. Shelia & Matilda are getting on each struggling in their own respective ways. No further details except however pray.

Pray for courage during Lent. Pray for strength.

And always remember that all the little sh*t will pass. What’s important stays.