working

 This crazy year has had crazy weather, too. The gallery where I spend about thirty afternoon hours a week has big windows across the front and part of the side, so I can see what's happening from the sky on down to the occasional mushroom. Today as with many other days, I drove in under sunny skies, parked and with the assumption that the day would remain dry and beautiful, I put my windows down a bit to let the summer heat out. You know what they say about assumptions. Last Saturday was the craziest. I think only about five minutes passed between the sunny sky and the grim grey one. The thunder and heavy rains hovered over my place, and I decided to close and leave early. First time for that as I am blessed/cursed with this strong sense of duty.

Sometimes I enjoy the gallery and other times not so much. Just like my other jobs, sometimes I have to psych myself up to start the workday. Like yesterday. But it turned out great with an actual sale of a painting. And then a couple of other small items. Yay! 

I get followers on my instagram site, and one of them, a potter, contacted me about selling her things. I do love pottery. We made arrangements, and she brought in some pieces right as I opened. She and her husband create some cute hand built things. The husband also works with wood and iron and makes furniture. I had a question about the live edge table I have; it was looking lighter and drier. He made recommendations about oiling and waxing, and I am thankful. I love it when something works out. Now I need a bookkeeper to appear. They are harder to find than artists. 

This week I got some small painted pieces from a younger woman who originates from Costa Rica. She works with a palette of pretty bright colors we do not usually see here. Most art in my place is full of the blues and greens of the sea, the sky, and the river. 

Now that I have practiced writing, maybe I will send out a newsletter.