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So the big day is over and yes I probably gained a pound or two. The pies are all gone (thankfully) as is most everything, but the turkey. The barn cats weren’t nearly as traumatic an experience as they could have been. But then I just fed them outside the house instead of walking all the way to the barn with it. They bounced around like a bunch of circus poodles, squabbled heatedly when I first put down the pot. Then they snatched up a mouthful of that turkey goodness and all settled down peaceably.
The gallery is beginning to get busier. Usually at this stage I am at a fervor. This year has been slow to take off.
I will also be preparing for a holiday art fair for this coming weekend. It is the last art fair of the season for us. It is a relief to be done with them and yet I miss it when its over. The older I get the less I like all that hauling and toting. Art fairs kinda make me feel like a glorified carny. We all move in for a weekend and set up our little stores. Because we are in it together, come what may, wind, rain or lousy sales, we can become like a family. A strangely dysfunctional but creative family. Not so different from my own, really.