Tick one off the yearly to-do list

In January I typed up a checklist of goals entitled "Take the thing you love and make it a nightmare". This list includes: publish another children's book (check ); paint 16 pieces to submit to a gallery (I had 8, and then mother-in-law took 3 of them); and enter a local art show. I immediately missed/ignored all the major local art show deadlines, and was going to sneakily roll that goal over to next year, but then the Friends of the Library decided to do a community art show and politely offered to include a few pieces of mine - maybe a bit nervously, only knowing that I had published a toilet book for babies. CHECK. My art is officially hanging in a local art show.

Me and my cheeks were in attendance

The reception was located on the library lawn, next to the portable toilets. The refreshments were hotly contended, but cookies prevailed.

TEAM LEMON BARS 4EVA. Take your veggie platter and STUFF IT, Betty. 

Drink and Draw

This week, the kids tried a fancy craft root beer by Maui Brewing Company, and the grownups split a can of beer favored by the winos who hang out in front of the Goodwill. I think I am going to have to seize the reigns on this endeavor before my liver tries to escape out my neck.

At least I stopped trying to crosshatch my way out of every misplaced pen stroke.

Kind of. Don't look too hard at that nose.

Sneaky Saturday Painting

When Sarah came to visit, I thought it would be cute to demonstrate the crazy fishpond irrigation system in our backyard, and cranked one of the many dangling faucets suspended by long pipes that hang everywhere. And it broke, because it's 60 years old. Today the man tried to cap it, and the pipe exploded in a spray of rust holes. 

So he dismantled the pipes and ran away, with a text saying "Maybe don't turn the water back on." Faaaantastic.  I came home to a beautifully empty house and ate beef jerky for dinner and painted.

Alexa, play something to cleanse the sex scene from my audio book from my brain.

ALEXA YOU'RE FIRED