Thursday Morning

No cream in my coffee. Isn't that a Guess Who song. Everyone is sleeping, my favorite time of day. The stupid dog must have heard me, because here she is. "Hi my little love bug", I mean, "Get away from me, swill". Our chinchilla is more of a dog than she is. Anyway, on today's agenda is a drive out to the western part of the state to deliver a painting to a gallery the my wife works with. Yesterday I made up some more frames for her smaller paintings. Mostly I just hid my workshop. It goes like this. OK, I'll be out in my shop, making up those frames for you. Then what really happens is, I go out and turn up the music and play air guitar on a piece of scrap wood for a half an hour. If I get lucky, like yesterday, a block of Jethro Tull songs come on, and I play air flute intertwined with some karate kicks. I did get some work done though. Thanks to the new tools (old and awesome) that a Viking God(Uncle Dick) gave me. Instead of what I was "supposed" to be doing, I started working on building my Luigi some hands. Luigi is the hand less marionette(the only child I really love) that is pictured in a previous post. The scums are up, so I gotta go.