Poor Richard

 Well dear readers, this morning started off with quite an exciting bang, aided by Apple and Google (plus a friendly nudge by Benjamin Franklin and Fellini). I think it may be the Giant Eagle cinnamon I added to my Starbuck’s coffee that got me headed off to a good start—but the fact that a $45,000 pipeline repair bill may be looming has me most definitely feeling pressure.

But being one who prefers to look at the glass half full rather than half empty (or maybe undecided? Note: remember to try and get mom’s needlepoint capturing this dilemma), I’m going to resolutely NOT have a bad day today. Even though Michael reports the downstairs toilet is backed up (installed on the cheap 22 years ago by an AA friend), precipitated by a screwed up sewer drain or something to that effect, he has made a speedy call to Eco Plumbers, a knowledgeable company running ads on Channel 6.

I may be unable to bathe until Monday (what do I do about going out tonight and Shawn’s soirée tomorrow?) but I know I can find a solution, somehow, some way. Michael says the stock market is garbage today, then he uttered, “America is garbage” and that makes me feel sad that he feels that way. I think I blame Twitter for influencing his current views but seeing as I have no Twitter account who am I to judge that Wild West?

Speaking of garbage, I am reminiscing about those art pieces back in the 2000s that I threw in the trash can in a fit of manic psychosis. Included were some pieces that might be considered a “painterly” attempt at communication (scene of Muslim women comes to mind); there is also my self portrait that I entrusted to a friend to keep safe—if he sold it I wouldn’t begrudge him though I’d like to get a glance at it at some point in the future.

Good news! Entrusted plumber Kevin Bartholomew just called and as usual, that hard-working gent keeps weekend hours and is coming here tomorrow (Saturday) to fix the drain! Although it may be a temporary stop gap, I should be able to shower before Shawn’s gathering which would be relieving. Michael put some ambient music on after Kevin’s call and I’m finding it soothing and stimulating my creativity. So I’m going to go over to mom’s this afternoon and perhaps continue working on my Christmas piece for Michael, tentatively titled, “Rembrandt in Macaroni.”

Have a good day, dear readers. Remember, don’t change for me, change for you! (Hee, hee)