Last official day of summer, which makes no sense at all.  We're still two weeks from the end of geological summer; the solstice.  School started a week ago.  So what exactly is this the last day of?

Nothin dash nothin.  It's just a 'day off'.   I put that in quotes because it's not a day off for me, or most of the self employed.  I could take it off, but I chose not to.

I slept late.  Even though I got to bed at a reasonable hour last night (12:30.  that's reasonably reasonable.  Isn't it?)  I felt like I'd been drugged.  I peeled my eyelids up and was surprised that it was after 9:00.  Jay was still snoozing.  He's been fighting a minor ailment all weekend so no real surprise that he was exhausted, but I'm fine.

I got up, fed the cat, made coffee, read the news and went to work.

The shop is turning over a new show next week so I have a ton of new designs I'm supposed to get done by the end of this week.  I want to get as many done as possible because there's no telling if anything will sell.  I'm really afraid that after Christmas this year, there will be no new orders till spring, which will suck.  A healthy economy is the artist's best friend, don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise.

So, I hit the drawing board around 10:30 and didn't come up for air until 1:30 when I took a break for lunch.  An hour later I was back up there and I worked until 4:30.  That's a very long day for me.  I finished a large piece featuring a pheasant, did a portrait of Secretariat, did a 17" round footstool top and a rose for a pillow. 

I came down stairs tired only to find that Jay had been hard at work, as well.  He had been at a soccer game all morning, then came home and watched the Twins, and then some college football, but at the same time, he was washing windows.  I haven't taken the time the clean any windows since last spring so they were in dire need of a scrub which he was happy to provide.

We had new windows put into our bedroom a few years ago and I never got around to painting them.  Since he was good enough to take them apart and had them down, I figured I might as well prime them.

So, I hauled out my chisel tipped brush and the primer and went to work.  Front, back, upper sash, lower sash, two windows.  By the time I got one side of the fourth window primed, the primer was dry to the touch on the first and I was able to flip them over and do the other side.  All together, it took less than an hour but now I'm so tired I can hardly move.

And, I cut my right index finger tip taking out the recyclables.

So, I think the point here is that I'm about to go veg out in front of my tv and I deserve several hours of mindless movie watching.

It's raining.  It smells so good out there I could eat the air itself.

 

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