Happy Camper
michael
Um ... I'm not too sure how to say this for fear you won't believe it.
But enough artwork sold to buy a camper and retrieve it.
It is sitting in my driveway as we speak. What's that?
You still do not believe? Lo! Photographs ...
This is the cart I bart when you bart my art.
parked in the dark
in the parking lart of the cart mart
I am one pleased and thankful artist. Thank you all. I think if you go outside and stare up at the waxing moon you will see me at the wheel of a red white rig with a big GRIN, caravanning like E.T. on handlebars, not in front of, but right over the moon. Really? An artist can sell work AND buy a camper? AND fly over the moon? Oh look! The pilot has cake on his dash he is eating. I mean having. I mean eating. Whoa! Watch out for that MOON!
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The kids have pretty much moved in. The heat isn't on but 35 degrees is perfect sleeping weather, right? Apparently; They're in there again tonight. Fynn spent a lot of the day running and jumping in the trailer. Douglas hunkered up in his bunk in a book. Bethany's locus is a swarm of bees moving into a new hive. I, myself, am pleased as punch to have proven I could back a 50 foot vessel into the drive. It continues to drizzle but it's melting the snow. It seems that our dreams are granted a go.