The tree is up! I did it myself, too. I live one block from a multibillionaire. Don’t be misled; I’m aiming for becoming a multithousandaire. My point is, I have to do my own decorating, and local expectations are high.
I share my 3-bedroom, 1.5-story mansion with my maid. She’s not very helpful. She’s also not an example of what our society deems physically attractive in a female. She has very bushy eyebrows and a lot of facial hair. She’ll also eat ANYTHING, whether it hits the floor or not. Her name is Sadie, and she’s either 9 years old or 63, depending on how you do the math. Sadie is German, but doesn’t speak a lick of it.
As you may have guessed, Sadie is a Miniature Schnauzer. While she doesn’t do much in the way of housework, she is a very enthusiastic hostess.
Do you have ANY idea where this blog is going, or is it just me?
This is the way my life actually goes now. After being in a school as either a student or teacher for 52 years, I’ve been trained by Pavlov to respond to bells. I’ve also trained THOUSANDS of students to react likewise. I received a mantel clock from my school district when I retired. It chimes on the hour, and continues to serve as a reminder of this new chapter in my life. When I’m away from home, house painting, running errands... I’m BELL FREE!
So, back to my point, or the search for one.
No longer having a “school schedule” to dictate my itinerary, I’m now the school board, superintendent, and principal of how my days are shaped.
Since I’m not retired, and need to still be a member of the working force, I have to keep a fairly full docket. Much of my income now comes from house painting, but I have aspirations for breaking all rules in regard to making a career out of producing fine art. This forces me to perform a bit of a balancing act. Which paint jobs do I take on? Do I draw today, investigate galleries my work might show well in, or do I write a blog that has a severe lack of continuity?
Today is an art day. It’s almost noon, and I’ve got my Christmas tree up, made cinnamon rolls, painted a wind vane for a friend, read the paper, filled the bird feeders, thought about shaving and decided against it, and now I’ve finished a pointless blog! All without a bit of help from Sadie.
Thanks for reading, mom.
Time to draw.