Well, almost on the road. I'm packed. Sort of. I have clothes in a bag anyway. Still need to buy the totes to carry all the work. Still need to drill the panels. Now racing against another snowstorm. Still have work in the kilns that is too hot to take out (which is why I am taking a harried few to post). Am I stressed? Worried. Nah. Allow me tell you about doing shows. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. So what do we do? Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. How? I don't know. It's a mystery.*
As usual, in the race to get ready many things dropped off the plate to languish untouched by the dogs and Ernie on the floor. Thankfully the three-second rule does not apply to tasks dropped on the floor (only to food), so I still *might* be able to pick them up again--depending on how the drive and set-up go. Most of them have to do with sending out email to my galleries about the new work (come to the show! come to the show!), getting postcards and other info sheets printed, and other administrivia.
Okay, that's enough post for this morning. I'll try to post daily on the show for the snug bugs staying home this year (Sara and Nancy in particular!).
*Thanks again to the writers of Shakespeare in Love for such a wonderful explanation of, well, my life.