Ai Yi Yi

Got the mail today and there were two Christmas cards for my dad. Festive little missals with pictures of grinning kids and trees and dogs in costume. Obviously they didn't know he has been dead for 18 months. This is understandable, because these people sent cards for years in exchange with my mother, a practiced letter writer with an individual card for everyone on her list. They kept sending cards even after she died, as a favor to my incommunicative dad- nice of them to do that because of a long standing tradition. I wouldn't tell them that when I would head to Buffalo all those trips that I was the one who opened and read his cards and appreciated the effort. ANYway, one of these cards today, forwarded FOUR times to catch up to me here, was from a cousin I haven't seen since we were both children.  Another one, different side of the family from the one from Oregon I finally met last fall.

So, if you have relatives you haven't contacted in awhile, get in touch before it's too late altogether. I have written to this cousin (who was in a rock and roll band at Colorado State in the 60's last I heard), then disappeared himself for a few years and turned up married and normal in a northern state) to tell him to edit his list, give him an abbreviated 60 year update on who I am, and ask for an exchange of specifics!

Went to my Photoshop for Painters class today and found out that my laptop had eaten my Photoshop program. Not only had it been eaten, but there is a message from Apple about it telling me it was an inconvenience, a crashdump. So after I get through tomorrow with the people coming to watch the game, I will get the laptop to the Genius Bar down at the mall and let them unravel whatever happened to it. Other than that the class was spectacularly uneventful, my little projects are ripoffs of some teen class projects featuring a very mad young girl who looks to be leaning in a goth direction. My biggest 'hit' was placing a Men's Room icon in a Bolivian jungle with a bunch of plein air weavers. Then I moved some heads around- believe me, you don't want to see it.

After class my MA friend Bev was going to Gerry's Art-o-Rama so I tagged along and bought some acetate to start printing my tar paper images. Time she is a flyin' and I really want to get something underway to show I am still at it. Somehow the baby quilt ain't it. I always feel obligated to show in the QC guild show but this may be a year I opt out. So, here is a tar paper image.  I got a million.

Not compelling?  Aww, give me a chance at it with Photoshop, then answer!