Monday November 27th 2017 - grateful that good rest found me up and ready this morning.
Monday is Sunday for many artists because they work nights and weekends often, and sometimes permitted to do my Sunday religious things on Monday, as well, since the Sunday idea is restoration of the spirit , study and reflection - focus for the week ahead.
Lunch was wonderful Thanksgiving dinner leftovers and amazing soup! Then it was about packing gear and on to unfinished business from the previous Saturday. The bus at my door and ten blocks to Artspace Hartford, to pickup a painting that did not sell after this year’s OSH Group Show closing. Two strong fabric artwork sleeves and bungee, on a wheeled dolly for the 36 x 48 inch framed art, found me trotting merrily back home - cost: thanks to senior deals and planning - $2.24 , a fun fee for a trip to America’s cradle!
Connecticut State Capitol Hartford and the famous ancient burial grounds and waters taken by the Founding Fathers and the Old State House that ran things, including the famous Amistad trial, upstairs, and on the groud floor- well….ground: a mini-mall farmers market with dirt floor in places for livestock for sale and area produce in 1776. Today the modern Farmers Market pitches its tents and tables there as a love song to forebears. And THIS Hartord is my stomping grounds for five years now! Wow! The nation's first museum now crowned by a controversial neon “OMG” over the fine restoration, to show they are NOT only about yesterday.
Four shows done this fall - and fit again, after a disability - my window to un-disable my formerly-lovely money. New legal and business help empowers - I WILL do it. Recent prizes and sporadic sales satisfy the misgivings of others who are not used to working “upper-midlife-ers” like me. Done making less money than I made babysitting as a girl - no more - Dues paid - EARNINGS now and money fixes - age with dignity.
These were my thoughts, while minding it all, as the famous Hartford chill city winds caught the large wrapped wheeled painting, as though it was a boat sail ! But I smiled in my heart because I grew up on Southport Harbor and loved it ! So I tacked thru it like a good little sailboat art and artist, doing just fine! Ten or twelve historic blocks to the bus hub. Careful navigation wins.
When the bus driver looked at me at boarding, I said "not to worry, i am fine . I do this all the time! " truthfully, and settled safely and was delivered to my door before dark! YES...I love my life at “55-and-holding” ! Checking the FitBit ap when I got in - YESSSS!!! the extra work found me OVER THE TOP for the day's goals and blessed home base met by day’s end !
Do Monday right and the rest follows well.