But as Friedrich Nietzsche said, "Out of chaos comes order." So it's my annual cleanathon to get ready. Mustering up the energy now, after doing six shows is a little trying, but I love it when things are in order, that may be shocking to hear from me, but it's true. Well. I guess I should qualify that with my kind of order, which I'm sure differs from someone else's or even anyone else's. Poor Tigger, even he had trouble navigating the place to find his bed.
In being brave - or foolish enough in showing these pictures I am reminded of an incident in college when I was far behind in my writing assignment for a final paper. When I started whining to a friend about how much writing I had to do, he was shocked and said "you'll never get that done!" Which was just the impetus I needed to do a fine job, and hand it in on time.
So I'm off to stuff more mailboxes with Art Tour maps, having walked several miles in the last few days to deliver a pile of them on Friday and Saturday. I'm hoping for a big turnout with the weather looking beautiful and the foliage starting to glow with yellows and reds and oranges. But really, I'd rather be painting.
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