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Saturday morning coffee pot post

Here I am again, writing whatever pops into my head until my little coffee pot runs out. Planning my weekend. A “normal” weekend at home for a change!

I woke up with “A Hundred Pounds of Clay” in my head this morning. I have no idea how it got in there, but it’s not the first time this song has been stuck in my brain. I haven’t been listening to beach music. I guess that it could be worse.

For the most part, I came back to a clean house because Cat did a great job of pet-sitting for us. However, I found mouse poop in four of my kitchen drawers. Fortunately these were the drawers that I kept junk and recycled bags and things that are easily replaced for the most part. I threw pretty much everything including my dish towels in the trash – I couldn’t bear the thought of using them again even if I bleached them. So one of my tasks this weekend will be to buy one of those battery-powered mouse repellents. I’ve been told that they work well.

Most of my time, I hope, I will spend bookbinding and finishing up decorating covers for books to sell at the August Art Oasis and on Etsy. I set up a Paypal button on a page here for credit card payments at events – I figure that I can take my laptop if someone wants to use that as an option. I just love the Internet. I could never have taken credit cards before now. I’ve yet to test it though, so that is another thing for my to-do list, along with making some new business cards with my new art business name – “Slow Turn Studio.”

Which also means that “jazzcat productions” will probably go away soon, when and if I feel like dealing with it.

I don’t have any expectations of making any money. It would, however, be nice if I could sell enough to pay for supplies. And simply have a justification to make lots and lots and lots of stuff!

By the way, I hate selling my art. I’m terrible at managing money. I hate sitting at art and craft shows and events, watching people’s eyes glaze over as they meander by. It makes me want to curl up in a fetal position and stick my thumb in my mouth. I would ten times rather pay a gallery 40% commission to sell my art than to do it myself. But I don’t have a gallery since Two Art Chicks closed. And since I’m doing this one with Susanne and it is free and associated with a very reputable gallery and great community art organizations, I think that it will be fun. I sure do hope so.

It is definitely one of those thangs where I have to weigh the costs (mainly to my ego and energy) and the benefits (hopefully to my ego and energy).

I’m still waking up in the middle of the night. I hope that I’ll work this out this weekend. Yesterday I came home from work and laid down for “a few minutes.” This has become a bit of a habit. Then I normally get up refreshed and pick peas or go to the studio or whatever until dark. But yesterday I woke up just before 8 p.m., too late to go to Deep Roots for their owner sale day. I’m pretty bummed about that. I want to get back on a normal sleep schedule.

Sandy wants to work on cleaning up and mulching an overgrown area of the back yard this weekend. Although I am happy that he is taking an interest in the yard, I wish that his timing was better. I want to concentrate on my artwork, and I usually let this kind of yard work go during the humid heat of July and August when the mosquitoes eat you alive. We’ll see how it goes.

So, this morning, since my coffee pot is almost empty, I will go to the farmers’ market for the first time in quite a while. I want to buy meat and soap and veggies and peaches. Then I’ll head back to the studio to finish preparing some book covers and to make some paper that I have soaking.

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