Sunday, October 30, 2005

Cleaning, Partying, No Painting

Saturday a.m. the Goofy One headed to the office, very early, 7-ish!. The annual audit is next week. It and the annual Board Meeting, which this year was two weeks ago in San Francisco, are two of the most time-consuming projects he has - and they are always both in early Fall. After he left I realized it had been awhile since we had done a thorough housecleaning and that my friend Tessa, my roommate on my trip to Crete several years ago, is going to be visiting from Colorado, arriving tomorrow. So I worked my butt off until T.G.O got home about 1:30. I showered and dressed, he changed shirts, and we went to the annual PRB picnic at his boss's house in Kensington. Home about 5:30, zonked, and called it an early night. Both very tired today, but still had some cleaning to do, so we spent most of the day on that. We are going out to dinner, maybe take Charlotte with us.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Block Co-Captain

A few months ago, when the neighbor I had recruited some four or so years ago decided he didn't want to be Block Captain any more, I told the neighborhood I would volunteer for the job again if someone would assist me (since there were some aspects, mainly attending meetings, that I really didn't want to do). Eventually, one of them offered and he and I have been co-captaining the block since then.

I spent a lot of time this week on duties related to that because after I sent out a message a few days ago to inform people that it was official: two of our area intersections on Connecticut were two of the most dangerous in the City, and to please be careful, one neighbor asked if we could do something more specifically about one of them, Connecticut and Nebraska. Since I had heard that the City had just received a big grant to try to increase the number of children walking and biking to school, I wrote a letter asking how we could get a piece of that pie to increase safety there. Not two days later, one of our neighbors got hit at that intersection while crossing on foot and her hip was so badly damaged it is not repairable. She has to have it replaced.

So this morning I wrote to our neighborhood ANC Commissioner about how to get some immediate attention to that particular intersection, offering suggestions which another neighbor had come up with in consultation with the children's crossing guard (Ms Right!) down there. I haven't heard anything yet, but I did realize that all of this is pretty dramatically cutting into my painting time! Yet it is the right thing to do, and I know I am the person to do it, so I don't mind. But I think I have to try to find some painting time this week-end. It always gets shunted to the bottom of the list.

Equity Rules

Hand titled, signed, dated and numbered the 108 fine arts prints of "Equity Rules" and then yesterday brought them over to the Feminist Majority Foundation and had lunch with my friend Sue, who directs the Education Equity Program.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Busy Week-end

Charlotte and I spent several hours of this perfect October day at the Fall Pumpkin Festival at Butler's Orchard ( in Maryland. We did everything from going on the hay ride to the pumpkin patch to watching the great pumpkin cannon, which we both thought was hilarious.

Yesterday I spent most of the rainy Saturday at American University at a follow up session of the Theory Into Practice program for D.C. art teachers, but Jim and I went out to dinner last night. He got back from San Francisco late on Friday night and is feeling the effects of jet lag, so spent the day reading and resting, after most of yesterday back at the office doing some catch up after being gone for the four days last week.

I am pretty much just planning to crash tonight.

Thursday, October 20, 2005


for the gas meter guy to come replace the meter in Andrea's house next door all afternoon. He never came. But I spent the morning writing a short article to submit to the W. Post's "My Town" column and most of the afternoon painting, so it wasn't a wasted day by any means. Had a cup of tea with Anja and the girls about 4 and now have to figure out what the heck I want to do about dinner. Have been hoping to hear from Carey about Sarah this week, but no news yet. Maybe tonight.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

(Even) Life in the Slow Lane,

where I try to live these days, goes by too quickly. With a bottle of great Merlot and a lot to talk about, Anja and the girls kept me at their house last night until a little after nine. When I got home, I checked the answering machine and found what I was hoping for: a message from the Goofy One that he had arrived safely and was in the hotel, so I called back and left him a message, presuming he was out at dinner, checked my email, got ready for bed and fell asleep shortly after (or was it during?) Law and Order, SVU and, probably because of all the wine, slept until after 8 this morning, by which time I already felt late! I'm usually done reading the paper, doing the crossword, and eating breakfast by then, so all I have to do is check email before Curves or whatever. But this morning, after doing all of that and talking to the Goofy One on the phone, it was already 11 by the time I hit Curves and almost 12:30 before I got home to grab a bite of lunch. Then I cruised over to Old Town to pick up the IRIS prints of "Equity Rules: Be Fair, Be Fair, Be Fair." I will hand title, sign, number and date each one of the 108 original prints and then next week bring them over to Sue at the Feminist Majority Fund where they are readying the website to post them. Got back about 2:30, had a snack, did a couple of errands and it's already almost 4 o'clock! I met Kathleen as I was coming back and we decided to go up the street for dinner tonight, about 6, and I'm feeling zonked so will rest, have another snack, catch the news, and see if I'm up for accomplishing anything else today or not, before we go.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Goofy One Winging his Way to San Fran

So I took Himself to Dulles airport this a.m. to catch his flight to San Francisco for the Annual PRB meeting which is being held in Palo Alto this Fall in conjunction with a West Coast Symposium. He hates flying, but at least he has beautiful weather for it so hopefully it will be, as they say, uneventful. Pray for uneventful. Not that he's still not taking some little white pills, because he is, but at least there should be no EXTRA cause for concern. Since it IS such an incredibly gorgeous day, I took a long walk around the neighborhood this afternoon. And Anja says she's going to cook me pasta for dinner. She and Ella got back from Germany a few days ago but I haven't had a chance to hear much about the trip, so we're taking the opportunity of both husbands being out of town to get together and catch up.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Book Report: Morningside Heights

by Cheryl Mendelson, the author of Home Comforts. I really enjoyed this book. It is highly readable. Here are a couple of reviews from

"Editorial Reviews

From Publishers Weekly : The busy, intersecting lives of a group of Manhattanites living in the staid but rapidly changing Upper West Side neighborhood of Morningside Heights near Columbia University are the focus of this talky, occasionally stilted debut novel by Mendelson (Home Comforts: The Art and Science of Keeping House). Opera singer Charles Braithwaite; his wife, Anne, a pianist; and their three (soon to be four) children are the novel's ostensible protagonists. The book's real hero, however, is their beloved neighborhood, which they fear they will soon have to leave, unable to afford their cramped apartment. They are surrounded by a large cast of the sort of people commonly found on Manhattan's Upper West Side-independent scholars, professors, eccentric neighbors, with rich stockbrokers invading the haunts of the original residents. Narrative drama, such as it is, is provided by the death of an elderly resident of the Braithwaite's building. What were the true circumstances of her death, what role was played by her shifty trustee-and most importantly, who will get her apartment? The incorporation of neighborhood history and description is sometimes a bit stiff, and Mendelson's tone can be stuffy-as befits her subjects-but the accumulation of day-to-day detail, social commentary and emotional insight eventually yields a consistent picture of a rarefied milieu.Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information, Inc.

From Booklist: In the first entry in a projected trilogy set in the Manhattan neighborhood of Morningside Heights, first-novelist Mendelson homes in on a charmed and charming circle of friends with the zeal of an anthropologist. For the first time in their placid marriage, the Braithwaites are experiencing serious tension. The overambitious gentrification plans of their co-op's new board of directors and the impending birth of their fourth child have pushed the couple's precarious finances past the breaking point. Charles, an opera singer, and Anne, who has turned domesticity into a deeply creative act, must now seriously consider a dreaded move to the suburbs. In addition, they are concerned about their best friends, a brilliant but lonely scientist and an acclaimed writer still reeling from yet another disastrous relationship. Readers will find it hard to resist Mendelson's radiant optimism, for she creates a world in which people naturally find and follow the arc of their true talents, lovers' defenses miraculously melt away, and decency and compassion are richly rewarded. This is one seductive novel. Joanne Wilkinson. Copyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved"

Sunday, October 16, 2005


beautiful day in the neighborhood. The weather was fabulous yesterday - mid-70's, sunny, breezy - and promises to be the same today. Jim is going to go mountain biking with Gordon and then we have to finish getting him ready for his trip to San Francisco on Tuesday for the annual PRB Board Meeting. Not sure why they decided to do it on the West Coast this year, but at least it's better than the year he had to go to Switzerland. Yesterday we put together the garden supply box Eric had made for me for the front porch, so I put all that paraphernalia in it and the front porch looks much better, neat. We still have to paint it, the box, but at least it's not in pieces and all the other stuff in a big heap in the corner.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Good News, Bad News

I got my flu shot this morning, up at the Safeway. It took three hours, as even arriving 20 minutes early, I was already number 35 in line, the team showed up late, with only one nurse to give the shots, it took forever for them to set up, and the amount of monkey business involved with giving each one ran to about five minutes each. But to my way of thinking, three hours of standing in line waiting for the shot is still better than three hours of the flu, so I'm assuming it will pay off.

It's been raining again. Now it won't stop. At least I no longer have to incessantly water the yard and garden plants and trees. But the humidity and barometric pressure changes keep giving me sinus headaches. Sometimes various medicine combos work and sometimes they don't. Today, nothing seems to be working very well. But I have another good book, Morningside Heights by the author of Home Comforts, and I've already put together a tuna casserole for dinner, so I can just take a long, hot shower, read and maybe fall asleep, and maybe that will help. We have a big night planned. After dinner, we are visiting a couple of our local hardware stores. I hope my heart can take the excitement.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Enough Religion and Politics

for now. My personal week-end has been lovely, starting with a long catch-up visit with Cindy on Saturday a.m. I had to report the telephone service was out, undoubtedly due to the storm somehow, so went to her house to do it, since I wanted to take over Devon's wedding present and see the wedding pictures, anyhow. When I got back I had a quick bite of lunch and spent the afternoon painting, working on a (commissioned) portrait of the husband of a friend of mine, a Christmas present for him. Then I took a little walk around the neighborhood just to get out of the house for awhile and to stretch my legs. I also picked up a baking potato at the Safeway for dinner. Jim went to the cabin on Friday morning to help his Dad with some projects this week-end, and we had quite a few left-overs, so food preparation is a lot less time-consuming than usual.

Yesterday a.m. I discovered the phone was already back on, had gotten reconnected in the middle of the night, so I called to cancel the service order and then settled in with the Sunday paper. Mom called to check in on me about mid-morning, before she left for the Bayfield Apple Festival to ride on the firetruck for the Democrats, and we had a long talk. Then I called Jim to let him know we were back in phone business. They really hadn't been able to get much done because it had also rained like crazy up there, but he was having fun anyway, doing mostly nothing.

I finished the paper and ate something and Kathleen called just as I was heading out to buy another canvas. Tried to call my sisters when I got back, but neither one was home, so did some light housekeeping and a little reading in the afternoon and about 4:30 or so Charlotte called and wanted to come over to visit so I said, "Sure, let's catch up!" Her mother and sister have been in Germany for about a week and a half and are due back on Wednesday, so she and her Dad have been home alone and Charlotte was feeling, I think, the need for a little female companionship. We had tea and she had her usual bread and butter. I had popped a California Pizza Kitchen spinach and cheese pizza in the oven, so had some of that with mine and then we tried to call Carey again. They were home, but Carey had a headache, so I talked to John a little and then we both talked to Sarah, who was feeling better, again, from her bouts with strep throat.

Charlotte decided to go home about 6:30 when we were looking at the TV guide and she asked me if she could have it and I told her she had her own that came with their copy of the Sunday Washington Post. She was so excited she had to go home and see for herself. At that point I settled in for the night with the Sunday night shows and my Tama Janowitz book of essays on New York City, "Area Code 212."

The Goofy One should be coming home today. He's not sure if he's going to be able to get a run in on the Roe Jan before he leaves or not. It might still be too high from all the rain, but if so, he's going to try to do that. Although yesterday was still cold and overcast (ha, ha!), it's a beautiful sunshiny day today and Cindy and I are planning to go out for lunch.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Massive Quake in Pakistan, Mudslides in Guatemala

and rain, rain, rain in D.C. I'm waiting for some "Christian" leader to say how the quake and the mudslides are God's retribution against those people - let's see, in Pakistan it will probably be because they are mostly Muslim and pigheadedly refuse to accept Jesus as their savior and in Guatemala, let's see....what do they do wrong to deserve God's wrath? Nothing is apparent, but I'm sure someone will think of something. And of course, New Orleans is still a wreck because of their sinful ways of living, regardless of the fact that most of the "sinners" are, in fact, Christian. But in D.C., Palau is sure God is not punishing him in any way. He is just "perplexed" that the first day of his recruitment festival got drowned out, and is sure he'll learn why God did that when he "gets to heaven." I can't help but think that God must be on my side, since in spite of all those prayers everyone supposedly made for the weather to clear, I hoped the Mall would flood, and it did!!! And I'm wondering why he's so sure he's going to heaven, especially when he doesn't trust that God is powerful enough to bring people to an understanding of her/him/it without manipulating them by saving the best band to last, so they have to stay for his preaching if they want to hear it. How lame is that? See, there, God doesn't like that.

In any event, the rain here is, for the most part, over. But in Uganda, people try to get girls to save their virginity by promising them a free university education. They don't, however, help the girls' families financially, so the girls can afford not to sell themselves to "sugar daddies" who promise to take care of them in exchange for sex. Not marriage, mind you, but sex. And they don't try to change the behavior of men who make these promises. It's all on the backs of teen and pre-teen-age girls to simply remain "good" in the face of overwhelmingly difficult problems of mere survival. Thanks. The promise of a free education is about as useful as the sugar daddy's empty promises to take care of them.

But, hey, let's not dwell on bad news. Let's not really THINK about what we're doing in the world. Let's all go down to the Good Music, Good News festival today. The weather should be better. Hey! Maybe we'll learn whether or not God is behind Harriet Miers for the Supreme Court or if she's really the Devil in disguise. Pardon me, while my neurons short circuit.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Bait and Switch Comes to the National Mall

"Playing Up Party Instead of Pulpit
DC Festival Evangelism Aims to Draw Secular
By Caryle Murphy
Washington Post Staff Writer
Thursday, September 29, 2005; A01

The Mall soon will be suited up for another showcase event. This time, the trappings are a skateboard park, a food court, dozens of volunteer stations, two huge tents for hundreds of celebrity guests, three JumboTron screens to project onstage musical performances, and banners bearing the names of such corporate sponsors as Amtrak and the Washington Capitals. What those watching the preparations will not see is any clue -- not even a simple cross -- to suggest the real nature of the gathering: broadcasting the message of Jesus Christ.

DC Festival, on Oct. 8-9, is the latest production of Oregon-based Christian evangelist Luis Palau, who has been drawing large crowds since introducing his concept of "festival evangelism" six years ago.The event, in the making for two years, is being supported by nearly 900 Washington area churches. Organizers hope to draw as many as 200,000 people over the two days, which would make the $3.4 million affair the largest religious assembly on the Mall since an estimated half-million attended a Promise Keepers rally in 1997.Palau's goal is to attract the secular-minded and unchurched, particularly young people.

In what might be called stealth evangelism, his festivals offer no displays of religious symbols, no robed choirs, no clergy onstage, no solemn Bible readings or long-winded prayers.Instead, DC Festival will feature top-flight Christian contemporary musical acts. Stars of extreme sports will demonstrate their skateboarding and biking skills, as well as talk about their Christian faith. Faith-based "VeggieTales" actors will entertain children.

"There will be something for everybody," Palau spokesman Craig Chastain said. "We want the community to see that the church can throw a good party. "But the party will have a point. In the late afternoon both days, Palau will deliver his evangelical message, which will climax with an invitation to listeners to commit their lives to Jesus. He will ask those who want to do that to raise their hands, which will be a signal to the 3,500 trained "counselors" stationed in the crowd to approach them and answer questions.

The event -- which has the slogan "Great Music! Good News!" -- will be the Washington debut for Palau, who has held more than a dozen such festivals in other U.S., European and South American cities. Long known as a top preacher in the Latino world, the Argentine native has become widely recognized in Anglo evangelical circles with the success of his festival approach.

Scott Kisker, professor of evangelism at Washington's Wesley Theological Seminary, calls Palau "the person who is arguably, in mass evangelism, the successor to Billy Graham."Palau, 71, who worked for Graham before stepping out on his own, comes out of the same evangelical tradition "where people are invited by friends to hear a presentation of the gospel where they don't have to go to a church," Kisker said.

But while Graham's crusades have been held in stadiums and have offered one style of music and one preacher, Palau's events are in more-open venues and feature various musical styles and gospel presentations by actors, singers and athletes."It's the difference between a telephone call and the Internet," Kisker said. "You're not controlling people, they're wandering around. . . . It's appealing to that sort of given within our culture today.

"Unlike some Christian evangelical figures, Palau steers clear of hot-button issues. "My own calling is [as] an evangelist, a proclaimer of good news, and so I stay away from issues that are politicized," he said in a recent interview. Asked for his views on gay marriage, for example, Palau replied: "I don't talk about it. Of course, I have an opinion like every other rational person; and if persons want to know what does God say, okay, read the Bible. But I was invited by these [Washington area] churches to come and proclaim positively what we are for, not what we're against."

Like his mentor Graham, however, Palau visits the White House. This week, he led a Bible study for the staff there. And President Bush invited him to give the closing prayer at the recent service for Katrina victims at Washington National Cathedral.Something else deliberately missing from Palau's evangelical festivals is the offering."Money is one of the biggest bugaboos people have. They think, 'Oh this preacher is just trying to get his hand in my pocket,'" said Kevin Palau, the evangelist's son and executive vice president of the Portland-based Luis Palau Evangelistic Association.

So the festivals instead are financed with donations from individuals, churches and -- in a significant break with evangelical custom -- secular corporations."When people see names of companies they know and recognize, it gives them a comfort level," said former Navy secretary John H. Dalton, fundraising chairman for DC Festival.Palau officials said they have raised about 97 percent of the festival's expected $3.4 million cost.

The corporate sponsors include Pepsi, BB&T Mortgage, James Monroe Bank and Trust Title. Some sponsors have said they want to reach the festival's expected audience, and others have said they support the event because they like its message.Because DC Festival will be on the Mall, corporate advertising will be more restricted than at other Palau festivals. For example, the size and placement of corporate logos on signs and banners must comply with National Park Service rules.

Palau's use of secular sponsors worries some Christian scholars. Bryan Stone, a Boston University professor of evangelism, said he finds the practice "troubling" because "when the church starts to take on a marketing orientation, it begins to shade out those parts of its message that aren't marketable," such as "justice for the poor."

Palau officials said that since they changed their gatherings in 1999, attendance has risen almost tenfold. Recent festivals have drawn 200,000 in the Twin Cities, 300,000 in Fort Lauderdale and a million in Palau's hometown of Buenos Aires. Before committing to a city, Palau's team makes it a point to secure local grass-roots support for a festival. In Washington, Palau said, he particularly wanted -- and got -- the backing of area African American churches.His operation, working for more than a year out of donated office space in Springfield, has offered training courses to an estimated 7,500 people in recent months.

About 4,000 took a course in "Friendship Evangelism," which teaches how to talk about Christ to friends and acquaintances. The others have received training to be festival counselors.Navy employee Mark Dronfield, 47, who plans to attend the festival with his wife and children, recently took the counselor training at Arlington's Cherrydale Baptist Church. Dronfield anticipates that the festival will be "like a little slice of heaven," where it will be possible to see "God change people's lives."

Several pre-festival events are planned, including visits Saturday to 10 D.C. public schools by several hundred volunteers who will paint, clean and landscape.Despite his success, Palau acknowledged that there is a risk that things will not go well when he gives his spiritual message. "I always think they're going to run to the bathroom, buy Cokes and hamburgers and disappear till the next musical group shows up," he said. "Amazingly, they don't. I'm as amazed as the next guy. "I think we don't give credit to people that their spiritual interest is as high as it is."

But the Palau method is at work here too, he added. "We keep the best [musical] act for after my preaching," he said. "We're not stupid."

© 2005 The Washington Post Company"

No, I guess he's not stupid, just disgusting. I wish I actually drank Pepsi, so I could boycott it. The weather people are predicting lots of rain, finally, which we desperately need, but also some flooding. I can only hope it floods the Mall. If it's not absolutely apparent, my contempt obviously knows no bounds.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

On The Street Where I Live

We have 35 houses, including two detached dwellings, three triplexes, and 12 duplexes. They are mostly brick and have small yards in front. Beautiful old trees line and overhang the street, which only goes one-way.

We have 11 families with a mother, a father and one or more children. We have a few families consisting of a man and a woman, a few consisting of a woman and a child or two, and one of two women. We have four single women and one single man. We have two co-ed group houses occupied by people mostly in their mid-20's. Our newest child is 3 monthes old. We have people in their 70's.

We have Euro-American people, Afro-American people, Hispanic-American people, Asian-American people, and Indian-American people. We have two children who are half American and half German and two who are half American and half Guatemalan. We have two children who were adopted from Romania. Until recently we had a family from the Czech Republic.

We have a family who bought their house below its asking price from the original owner because they told her they couldn't afford to pay that price, but that they had done a thorough analysis of the Chevy Chase area and they wanted, specifically, to live on our street, Jocelyn, as they thought it was the best one. They liked the feel of it. So she sold it to them. We have Jocelyn Street "alumnae" who come back to the yearly Block Party to visit. We have a family who wanted a bigger house but couldn't bear to leave so they waited until one on the corner just across Chevy Chase Parkway was selling and they bought it. We have two empty houses, waiting to be rented. One of them is the house attached to ours, and I'm excited to find out who will be joining us on the street which has seemed to have gotten a reputation for being one of the best in the City upon which to live. I know I like it.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Oh, For the Days of 24/7

and never running out of steam.

These Days

Getting up and getting going
Is an interesting affair.
At this age, much more difficult
Than you might be aware.

First you have to stretch a bit
And gradually “destiffen.”
So, drink your coffee, read the Post
And have yourself a muffin.

Then it’s pills of many kinds,
Sizes, shapes and colors,
And get out for your morning walk
Or risk the evening dolors.

Breakfast, shower, dress again.
Apply the creams and lotions -
For hemorrhoids, psoriasis,
The stress-related potions,

For face, (your skin is drying out,
Result of menopause)
And drops for eyes, cuz they’re dry, too
And sight’s a worthy cause.

Comb your hair, you’re almost there,
And gee, it’s not yet noon!
There’s time to do a thing or two.
The dishes? Perhaps a spoon?

But, oops! It’s time for pills again.
These for ailments chronic.
Arthritis, IB and CFS
Oh, where’s the all purpose tonic???

And now there is an hour or two
You may get something done
Before a nap is necess’ry
To recover from the strain.

Then dinner, which requires thought
Have you had five fruits and veggies?
If not, you better work it in
Or tomorrow you’ll regret it.

And have you had today your water
In quantities sufficient
To ensure that all your systems delicate
Function real efficient?

For it’s bedtime now and pills again
(Those menopausal symptoms)
Estrogen and calcium
Magnesi and some other “ums.”

You never knew your body could
Require so much work
When you were young and stupidly
Assumed it’d always perk

Along like some well-oiled machine
Or energizer bunny.
But now you know, it takes a lot
To keep it going, honey.

So learn your lesson while you’re young.
(Right!) Do not overdo it.
Or you will pay, regret the day
Like me, and live to rue it!

P.E. Ortman

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

I Seem to Have Lost a Couple of Years

Mom says that Dad would have turned 77, not 75, on Sunday and that she is 74. I thought she was 72. Egad.

Monday, October 03, 2005


We spent a large part of Sunday doing them and for the most part we accomplished them uneventfully. The bedroom air conditioner is now in winter storage, for example. But you never know where you might get tripped up. The biggest challenge turned out to be changing the battery in the carbon monoxide detector because the Goofy One forgot (because he did it several days ago) that the battery had come out in a little box. So when he tried (and tried and tried and tried) to put the new one in without putting it in the little box first, it obviously wouldn't go. Now the detector won't shut off, so we suspect it might be wrecked, though I will look for the user's manual today to see if it provides a clue as to what might still be wrong. A close second was replacing the three way switch in the bedroom lamp. It was not without its difficulties, but we (read The Goofy One) managed to do it, and the lamp still works. Ta da! We recouped from our trying day with dinner at South Beach.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Today is Dad's Birthday

He would have been 75. I wonder what he would have done with the years he didn't get.

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Settling Down

After an unusually busy and distracting September, I finally got a chance to do some painting again this past week, and the Goofy One is getting back to doing some exercising. He rode his bike to work one day and today has gone mountain biking with Gordon, while I have started work on a new commission, a portrait of the husband of an old friend of ours, which she is going to give him for Christmas. I'm ahead of schedule, but it's the only thing I've got lined up that's actually a paying project, so I thought I should do it first. Had a couple of other nibbles lately, but they didn't materialize, at least not yet and I'm not counting on anything. I did decide to advertize in the Murch Elementary school parent directory and maybe in the Wilson H.S. parent directory. Art is a very tough business.