Prepared

Toby got up early this morning and headed to the Duncan Dehydrator. I chose not to ride in this bike race – lots of reasons – too hot, too old, too sore, too bad, etc. Jesse was going to ride with Toby, but decided to go noodling instead. You heard me right; she is going noodling with friends. Actually, she is supposed to film some of her friends doing the noodling. No way would Jesse stick her hand in a catfish hole underwater. She likes adventure, but she does have a healthy amount of fear. Me, I’m sitting around the house today. Maybe I will eat some bonbons. The logistics of me going to town to see Toby off on his bike ride were just not feasible, and more of a hassle. I think he really did not want to have to worry about me, and just wanted to do his thang.
Yesterday I had to be in town to set up an art show and take art in – doing my thang. I killed an hour between the set up and the show by getting a pedicure, which was quite relaxing. The art show was in conjunction with the Crape Myrtle dinner and fundraiser. It was set up as a silent auction. One of the Painted Ladies, Barb, helped me with the show. We mingled and schmoozed the room. Then had a nice dinner. We tallied up the winners of the silent auction. As the evening came to a close we were bombarded with people coming to pay for their art. It was at that point that Barb and I realized we were not really prepared to take money. The Goat song in "Hoodwinked" came to mind, "An avalanche is coming and I am not prepared…" But the goat got it together and made it through the avalanche. Barb and I got it together and took money like we knew what we were doing. For a while there, we looked like deer caught in headlights with a mob of people waving credit cards.
I got home last night about 10 PM and told Toby how the evening went. We did manage to sell lots of artwork, which was surprising. I sold my little blue boat painting. When I got to the part about us not being prepared to take money, Toby laughed, shook his head and said, "Art people and money!" as if we are a bunch of ding-dongs. I guess I will have to drag along my accountant next time.