might as well be walkin’ on the sun….


{Okay, it’s not *that* bad out. But it was certainly above 80 degrees today, and when it’s nearly October that always irks me a bit. I’m not saying I don’t recall, for example, the wildly disappointing 70-degree Halloweens of ’99 and ’00, but overall I’ve still come to expect better of this time of year. It’s not *actually* having much visible effect on the outdoor plants, either — it’s the indoor chrysanthemums that are wilting and dying, and that’s because no one at work goes to their desks often enough to water them properly. I sneak back there for snacks, so I am appointing myself official mum-watcher.

I did feel a bit like Shetland and Pony here during the annual art festival, which involves a lot of walking around Main street in the sun. The vendors of hot foods weren’t doing so great, though the ice-cream people appeared to be making a killing. As an artist I’m not quite well-off enough to actually buy art — except for a small knitted narwhal that will go to a friend on her birthday — but I can observe it and say nice things about it, I suppose.

Of course, it would probably help if I didn’t insist on devoting so much of my time to making things to give away for free to people. That said, I find it difficult to spend time on something that may or may not make me money or even be seen in the future, when I can make something much easier that I know will be appreciated (because it’s free!). I did almost wind up late to my actual paying job because I was concentrating on fixing a paper mongoose I was making, though. My priorities may need a bit of work….}


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