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this is me….trying not to forget to do your painting before christmas…..   

this is you when it finally arrives in time for the yearly gift giving fiasco……

if i knew that anybody at all  was reading these posts then i guess i would try harder. its kind of like putting a message in a bottle and chunking it in the ocean.,

the best you can hope for is that the bottle hits someone in the head and then  they sue you and then your name gets famous and people want to know you.

let’s talk about thanksgiving…!!..who’s traveling..?…not me….couldnt make me..!

 

this sign commemorates an old  particular Christmas Party that went awry but i think i can apply to many such holiday get togethers of today….…

and also…..another  good reason not to buy a real Christmas tree….recipe for an even sadder Christmas…..Aluminum is so much nicer…and more modern..

remember the rug stores that opened one day and were already posting ‘going out of business sale’ signs..?..i decided to join in the excitement…sometimes they really did go out of business, about 20 years later..

poke around and see if anything looks worth buying…you , the customer, are my king…or queen.

well, in case you are keeping score, my sabbatical is sort of over but it may reappear soon, like a bad cousin. a detour can be a ‘dancing lesson from God’ according to Kurt Vonnegut, the sophomore’s favorite writer…do YOU have time for a detour ?…sure you do…

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i think i will be  taking a sabbatical , which is the ego-maniac term for quitting work. i have several good paintings  still for sale on this website but i may not be adding any more. but i never say never. i have some big mural type things to be done but they are all local..which is good…

i am contemplating having a big yard sale  if the GOD DANG TEMPERATURE ever goes below 93 degrees… holy cow weather-jesus why do you hate us..?..havent we had enough for one summer…?

.. i read the Thomas Wolfe book last week. everybody said ‘read it before you die’..650 pages…wow….honestly, it was impressive if you like intense descriptions of various day to day scenes in small town southern life  in 1900 but where nothing every really happens, except one child finally dies of  the pneumonia after 550 pages and earlier one child had his head stepped on by a horse. …there is no plot to speak of, which i guess is his  metaphor for real  life having no plot but is still vastly interesting in it’s many jigsaw puzzle parts… i am glad i read it, but i wish now i had spent that week gambling, instead . i welcome you to call me small minded… i see how Cormac and Faulkner took a lot from his style..the guy could really use words like nobody’s business.

so yea, i may quit painting, for a while or till after christmas or forever. i never really have done that except when i went on some trips but now i don’t go anywhere and that suits me, its all i can do each day to tend to 3 little dogs who run my life like i am some kind of canine yard-boy.

i would drive you to the airport for 20 dollars if you live in Memphis , i could do that job well but you have to ride in a pickup truck.