Adventure Week

So I sent a package to Tunisia for an Internet friend who can't purchase online because only importers/exporters are allowed charge cards.  She was looking for Buster Keaton media, so I sent her my doubles from items that I had forgotten were already purchased, or were gifts from others.  Wonder how long it will take to get to the other side of the world...Tunisia is squeezed between Libya and Algeria in Northern Africa and faces Sicily across the Mediterranean Sea.  All I know, besides the recent Tunisian Revolution in 2010, is that Star Wars used it as the desert planet, where the Sand People lived.  Now, that is changing as I research the place so I don't sound like an idiot during an email.

The box is wrapped within a box and that puppy is slathered in silver duct tape and insured, still, fingers are crossed that it makes it...should take 6-10 days.  In other adventures, I will be taking some of my artwork to a printer's for the first time in my life...have enough confidence with a finished piece that I showed to an art shop.  Will toss prints for sale onto eBay, the machinations of which are yet a mystery, but it doesn't look like you have to have a finance degree to sell items.  Another new thing to learn.

Had dinner with a friend that I have known since I was nineteen, revelations of intent shook some of the apples out of the tree, and the snake curled further away into its lair while Adam and Eve dined on soup that was made to kill a human or be used as bug spray.  Maybe dessert next time, and I mean dessert like cake, a torte, or ice cream.  Not quite dinner without a sweet after, a glass of sherry; maybe a nice slice of baklava, a flat pan of which I made today to send to DC for the son's girlfriend's birthday.

Today's industry concerns getting the one picture finished up in order to begin the other ideas in my head; not enough hours in the day, but here is a trapeze act: this city is not having summer school this year, my usual job.  The board says there is no money, while the mayor says the place has a surplus.  Should I come up with another job at a private school, or should I stay home and make art?  I know which I would like to do, but giving up that almost two thousand dollars is edgy when the "what ifs" line up in a row and cackle like supervisors at Happy Hour.  But could I make that back in selling drawings?  Be a real, grown-up arteest?  Eek.  We will see, if the above eBay plot spins straw into gold.

It has been a beautiful day with sunshine and spring temperatures, Sundays are one of my favorite days, at least as an adult.  Things need tidying up, that fish tank should be changed, the clown loaches are growing huge; more work could be done on the current piece before the clock turns the calendar into Monday.  A wave of the curtain, and another day enters stage east, to play until darkness returns for repainting scenery, changing costumes.  Sleep well, and look at the new green roiling over fields and lawns, too early to dig in the ground for a garden, still a bit irriguous in texture.

Dream well, dream on.