Coffee (with an *ant* in it!) in the Los Angeles skyline mug, "Choctaw Bingo" by James McMurtry on iTunes. It's Tuesday, but it's Monday because it's the first everybody-work-everybody-school day, but it's Tuesday because it's already later in the week than Monday. Whatever. Ants are everywhere this summer. They're even in the fridge (and the freezer! They die there and leave little shriveled chitinous exoskeletons). Monster cockroaches (the big outdoor wood roaches also called palmetto bugs) coming in under the door strips at night--just in time for me to find them on the way to bed. I squeal, I scream, I whimper and squeek, and I smash them with books as I dance in the effort of keeping all the feet off the floor at the same time. Dave disposes of the carcasses. I am not fond of the wildlife of the south. Give me a good old Montana black or grizzly bear any day. They mostly stay out of your coffee.
First day since being back on that I don't have a fuse load scheduled. Slump and ship today. Inventory, order and sweep. Straighten. All the things I thought I might get to (vague hand-waving) other days. And a visit to one of the two local galleries where I have consignment work. I just finished heavily stocking them, even over-stocking them. And I was smote, smited right on down. In the middle of the night Friday a large, heavy painting fell off the wall over the glass table holding the majority of my glass work. The table broke, much (most? all?) of my work broke.
The gallery has insurance, but they also have a bit of teensy tiny fine print of which they were unaware which classifies glass as a breakable and only covers it for fire or theft. The owners were most distraught to to learn of the fine print. They assured me that they'll pay for everything... but I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that. It was an accident. They are a new business struggling to get established. I don't know. I just feel like it would be taking advantage of bad circumstances to get a "sale" from this. On the other hand, it's hard for me to take the hit too. I think I need to see how bad it is before I make a decision.
Okay, 8:43 am and posting is done. I promised myself some treadmill time before heading to the studio. Off to melt away fat...