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Huh. The Winter of 2006 shall go down in local history as the Winter that Wasn't. What a freaky weather pattern. It is 60 degrees outside...60! At 2 in the morning. I just can't get over it. I keep stepping outside (in my tee-shirt!) and taking deep breaths of warm almost-summer-evening air and wondering what the heck is up. It's all supposed to come crashing to an end soon though. Thunderstorms and 50 to 70 mph winds (eeep!)and lake snow by tomorrow night.
So I'm really hoping we don't lose power 'cause that'd really suck. Especially since our sump runs off the house current and if the whole thing shuts down the damn drain tiles will cause my basement to fill up like a swimming pool. :::sigh::: The shit you have to worry about when you own a house...
Tomorrow I get my way-cool recumbent excercise bike (and the crowd goes wild). I'm pretty flipping happy 'bout it.
Not working on much except re-stocking from the last big show. It went very well. Unfortunately now I'm forced to do things I don't want to do...like barrettes. :::pout::: Part of being a successful self-employed artist is knowing what sells, and unfortunately these days things have to be small, inexpensive, and utilitarian to sell out regularly. Sign of the times. Still, I had great mask sales which means I get to make bigger and better and more of them. Which is always a happy thing. :-)
I've had the word "bezoar" stuck in my head. This happens to me all the time; last week's word was "ferrule". This week's word sucks though because it's a disturbing nasty thing. And it's yukky. Bezoar. Look it up. :-P
So I'm really hoping we don't lose power 'cause that'd really suck. Especially since our sump runs off the house current and if the whole thing shuts down the damn drain tiles will cause my basement to fill up like a swimming pool. :::sigh::: The shit you have to worry about when you own a house...
Tomorrow I get my way-cool recumbent excercise bike (and the crowd goes wild). I'm pretty flipping happy 'bout it.
Not working on much except re-stocking from the last big show. It went very well. Unfortunately now I'm forced to do things I don't want to do...like barrettes. :::pout::: Part of being a successful self-employed artist is knowing what sells, and unfortunately these days things have to be small, inexpensive, and utilitarian to sell out regularly. Sign of the times. Still, I had great mask sales which means I get to make bigger and better and more of them. Which is always a happy thing. :-)
I've had the word "bezoar" stuck in my head. This happens to me all the time; last week's word was "ferrule". This week's word sucks though because it's a disturbing nasty thing. And it's yukky. Bezoar. Look it up. :-P
