I might be a redneck.

I don't know if this is evidence that I've been brainwashed, or this is actually as a cool as I think it is.

The sweet hubs is a finder.  He finds things.  Anywhere, anytime, all sorts of things.  It adds a dimension of surprise to our lives.  One thing he finds a lot of are shed antlers.  For you city folks, antlered animals drop their antlers (late winter to early spring in our area), and grow a new set every year.  It's pretty amazing.  People like my sweet hubs go out into the places where the elk are in that season, and look for the shed antlers. 

And sometimes, if your sweet hubs is creative.... you build your Christmas tree out of them.  The picture does not do it justice, I promise.


Merry Christmas!

A BIG Deal

Something happened to a friend last week that I've been wanting to write about.  It's a big deal.  I mean a BIG FREAKIN DEAL!

My dear friend Tina (the artist I wrote about previously) sold her first painting.  Maybe that doesn't sound like a big deal, but I think it is.

Your friends and family can tell you a bazillion times how great you're doing.  You can love the work yourself, and feel good about it.  But then....someone wants to BUY it.  It isn't about the money (even though money is mighty nice). 

It's a whole new level of affirmation for anyone who works at something subjective.  It's a little like the difference between your friend telling you that your new 'do looks great, and having a perfect stranger ask you for the name and number of your hair stylist.  Do you ever really know if your friends are protecting your feelings, or if they really like the new look?

Take that times about a million, and you have the feeling of someone thinking enough of your art (whatever form of art you do) to pay for it.

There's another side to it that I think maybe applies most specifically to artists who work on decorative art.  Not so much for musicians and writers because the people who commit to purchasing their work don't necessarily show that off.  But if you buy a painting, you hang it up in your house for other people to see.  You are supporting that artist in a public kind of way.  If you love polkas and buy the latest CD by Hans Frickenschmacker and the Lederhosen, you probably listen to it alone, and shove the cd cover behind your collection of Hoobastank and Twisted Sister.  Hang a painting on your wall and you tell the world, "Look!  I love this!  Share it with me!"

All kinds of art touch each of us in some way.  My friend found a way to capture something on canvas that touches people.  You look at her work and you see the light of the African savannah.  Look into the eyes of the mountain lion she brought to life....a deep, primal chord is struck.  What do you feel?  A mesmerizing intrigue, tinged with an ancient, buried fear?  What else does that, except art?  It reaches into your atavistic self and shows you all that you are.  If you look.

I think when you buy someone's work of art, you are telling them in a profound way that you looked.  And you saw.

Where Have You Been?

Isn't it amazing how quickly your life can become a runaway train?

My final project for my class is done and posted.  The final exam is tomorrow and I should be studying.  But I'm not, am I?  Truly, I don't need the grade, I'm not trying to become a bachelor of anything.  I was after the knowledge so the grade shouldn't matter.  But dammit, I still want that "A"!  Funny thing about knowledge:  the more you learn, the more you discover how much more there is to learn.  God probably had it planned that way, so we wouldn't wither on the vine as we age?

The company Christmas parties are all done, and the Christmas shopping has not yet begun.  (That was a short poem.)

I made one batch of holiday cookies, because the sweet hubs is watching his triglycerides and our only child at home is more of a pretzel guy than a cookie guy.  I'm glad he inherited SOMETHING from me!

I usually do a little family newsletter at Christmas, but so far this year I haven't had time.  Hopefully everyone will forgive me. 

Ah...if only I could take my present desire to learn and work ethic, and give them to the teenager with the quick brain that I used to be.  Is that possible?

My darling soldier boy is safely at his new post in Texas, which is an easy drive from home.  Maybe we'll get to see him more often now?

I'm going to sit on my butt for a while tonight, for the first time since..............I don't know when!

Bad Moods and All

It's an interesting phenomena...the way one person's bad mood can snowball into an entire group feeling edgy and irritable and cranky as a teething baby in a soggy diaper.

So, I'm going to focus my mind on all the good, cheerful, upbeat things I can think of.

  • There's a bottle of Moscato chilling in my fridge right this VERY second.
  • Soldier boy is home for a few days, on his way to a new duty station that is much closer than his previous assignment. 
  • There's a bottle of ...  wait... did I say that already?
  • It feels like real autumn out there and I love that.
  • I have about 3 more meals to make out of the left over turkey, and then I can move on.  This always feels like a feat accomplished to me--when we finally run out of turkey.
  • It's the end of the day.  A long day.  Goodnight.