. . . just kept painting

Ah, a sigh of relief. The house is officially on the market, on the computer, the sign is out front, everything is spit-shined, more or less. Even the basement has a path cleared to the major household equipment. The handyman will return this morning to complete a few tasks, the deck will be finished today, and the electrician came Friday. I have lived on the golf course for eight years now, and until last week, had never had any damage from flying golf balls. Of course, last week one came whizzing through and broke a window so that will be fixed tomorrow.

The next thing I will concentrate on now will be getting a real job. . . resume is completed but I need to fine-tune it. Apparently you should have different resumes for different jobs. Thank God for computers. And you can't apply in person or by snail mail any more; you must apply on line. I am just an old dinosaur when it comes to this . . .

At least while I was clearing out the basement, I had some time to make a few small paintings, just kind of playing around, having fun with leftover canvas. The one above is 14 x 16" on stretched canvas. I will have plenty of art on the walls should anyone decide to look at the house.