Kitchen Sink Post

My divorce lawyer is billing me for, and I quote: "received post card for client's art show." Kind of unbelievable, yet true. If I call to dispute that charge along with a couple of other bogus and solicited charges, she'll bill me for the call, so I'm rather f*cked. I send exhibition announcements to people in my professional network if they seem remotely interested or knowledgeable about art. I sent one to my doctor, who once came to an opening. I sent one to my accountant since I figure it is an advertising expense, and perhaps she'd like to know I'm advertising. So far, neither my doctor nor my accountant has billed me for receiving a exhibition postcard in the mail. Lawyers. Need I say more?

Yard sale was a decent success. The good news is that I can now see AND access the front door for the first time in five months. Today was supposed to be a studio day, but it rained and the studio floor flooded. Instead, I worked in the attic making room to store stuff I don't want to see anymore, yet don't want to throw out yet.  I'm not sure why there was a framed print of Napoleon in the attic, but there was. I checked eBay. Napoleon is not my ticket out of here.

I'm in a slump. I know I need to pick up my paint brushes by their little paintbrush bootstraps, but I have absolutely nothing lined up. That's not entirely true, but I'm definitely in an awkward transition period and am having a rough go of it, so I'm not fighting it. I'm trying to convince myself I like it here and I do, but not for professional reasons, and not for social reasons either. The landscape is nice here and I like the seasons. I like having a house that's not on a busy street.

It's almost time to order another easel and move the studio inside for the winter. Yes, a new easel. That's what I need.

Even a 90-minute walk in the woods did not calm be down from the lawyer thing.