My long time friend and the most organized person I have ever known will be arriving soon, along with her equally industrious daughter, Nicole, to–wait for it–put my craft room/art studio in something remotely resembling order! YES. It’s going to happen. Not only will I be able to work on my many projects with a peaceful mind, but all possibility of my appearing on “Hoarders: Buried Alive” will be eliminated.
Last night was ‘My Night’ on the D.I.E.T., so I had my one glass of wine and a Live-Smart dinner from Schwan’s–enchilada and rice. So much for my cooking hobby. It seems I can either be slender and watch what I eat, or go all out in the kitchen and look like an Italian opera singer, girthwise. I choose the former.
I sent some artist trading cards off to Ronna at ATC Quarterly in Ontario yesterday, because the scans were too small for her to use in the magazine. I am so excited about this, my fifteen minutes of artist fame.
Bernice is anxiously awaiting her morning walk. This begins about the time she opens her eyes.
Rain on the way–I’m sure we need it. And the horses will be back in their stalls at night, starting this weekend, snug inside their sturdy barn.
And so the seasons turn….