July 12, 2012
So the drama begins. I'm going to hire a housekeeper which makes me feel unbearably guilty, but my raggedy and worn out back won't let me do it all and keep up. I'll take advantage of that time to go sweat in the studio so I am not underfoot while a total stranger tries to make my home look like a fabulous hotel. I feel the coronary coming on now. I finally have an excuse to replace the mailbox that has taken a few too many whacks from a baseball bat in the hands of teenagers with a car and too much time on their hands. The new one will be installed out of teen arm reach. There is so much to do, little of which includes making art. I am going to make the effort to fit art time in, just so I don't totally lose my mind from the stress of it all.