That’s where I’ve been all weekend, except for a brief run to the grocery store on Saturday, and you sure won’t hear this ole cowgirl complaining. As the little girl from Kansas, the one in the sparkly red shoes, once said, “There’s no place like home.”
What did I do with all this lovely at-home time? I worked on my manuscript. I did some artist trading cards (ATCs) and watched some bad TV. Don’t know about you, but I’m pretty tired of “reality” TV–although I do enjoy “The Fabulous Beekman Boys” and “The Next Great Artist”. (Except for the episode on shocking art. It shocked me, all right. YUCK.)
Banjo man, my gelding, arrived home on Thursday, after more than a week in the veterinary hospital. He’s on the mend, after cutting the flesh above his eye on a broken feeder (we think), and I’m super grateful. For a while there, we weren’t sure he’d be able to blink again, which might have resulted in the loss of his eye. He’s running around the pasture with the rest of the herd these days, as mischievous as ever. Banjo secretly believes he’s Seabiscuit, reincarnated.
Podcast to recommend: Journaling for Life, by Kay Adams. Run a search on iTunes. Excellent interviews and insights into the process–I am, as many of you know, a great believer in journaling. It really helps me to get things into perspective or, as I often say, out of my head and onto the paper, where I can see the patterns.
And that’s the news from my kitchen table, which is, for once, clear of art supplies.