Apologies to anyone who went to the Meet the Artists show at the Olde Mystick Village looking for me. Until the very last moment, it wasn't clear whether I'd be able to go.
Instead of showing, talking about and selling my work this weekend, I've been here at our house in Gales Ferry, dealing with a well issue.
We had the well chlorinated, and to get the chlorine out of the water, so that the well can be tested and the sale of the house can go through, I've had to run the water for 10 minutes every hour.
Yup. That mind-numbing but vitally important task has been the entire focus of my life for, oh, six days now.
So no show. No visiting. No plein air painting. No trips to the art supply store, or the beach, or the gallery, or anyplace that I can't get to, and get back from, in an hour.
I have packed and stored the final boxes (the storage place is 11 minutes away). I have vacuumed and swept and swiffered. I have finished a few commissions, like Harley here. Mostly, I have spent a lot of time staring off into space.
But my persistent water-running effort is paying off. The chlorine is nearly down to the level it has to reach so that the well can be tested again and, I hope, pass, and the sale of the house can go through.
If you went to the show looking for me, again, I'm sorry I wasn't there. But the artists who were there were happy to see you - and I bet you saw some great work, and met some fantastic people!