You should know that coordinating the art show has not gone as smoothly this year as it did last year. The Hospital Education Center, where we have had the show for the last few years, sold, and the hospital did not think to tell us. The hospital was very good to try and find us another place once they realized the mistake, but there was not a good location at the hospital. I had to look elsewhere. After much leg work (my short legs) and hassle from different guild members, we now have a great place for the show. It will be held at the Chisholm Trail Heritage Museum. Once we secured the place for the show, we sent out letters to artists involved in the show. In the letter, I specifically said that "Only the place had changed; all the dates and times were the same as on the prospectus," but I did not list those times and dates again as to not confuse people. Still, people are amazingly confused. I probably should have just listed everything out for them again.
Last year when we sent out the prospectus for the art show, my telephone number was listed wrong. I did not catch the mistake, the prospectus was sent, and there was nothing I could do about it. I did not get any phone calls, and yet, the art show went off without a hitch. This year, I made sure that my phone number was correct. Now, I am thinking that was a mistake. I have had a few phone calls from people concerning the art show, but this morning was the best. A lady called and said she had some questions, that she was confused. She said that the prospectus said that art was due in on Thursday, but the letter she received said that the art was due "as soon as possible." Now, I tried not to burst out laughing, but I couldn't help but tease the lady, "Nawww, it doesn't say that!" Then I very nicely explained what the letter did say, while she said, "I don't know where I read that." We got it all figured out and said our good-byes. I hung up and laughed my head off. Anny, you would have been so proud of me. I was so pleased that I did not say, "Why that is the stupidest thing I ever heard!" See, I have matured somewhat.
Yesterday the backhoe did come and the footer was dug. Toby took a half day and came home to give the backhoe guy instructions. Then, Toby had to run to town for some iron, and left me with the checkbook and instructions to "pay the guy." I didn't know the backhoe man personally, but I knew he lived down Old Hwy 7 about six miles from us. When the guy finished, he pulled up in front of me and I paid him. Then he said, "Which way is north? I want to make sure I have my directions right." I'm sure my eyes blinked several times, but I managed to point north and give him directions on getting home. And I kept a straight face.
This morning the cement trucks came and we poured the footer. Next week, Mr. Gutierrez (I love saying that name) comes to build forms for the foundation. This is the first time we have done this - in the past, we have done cinder block. You can tell that the backhoe really mucked up the ground, which is now goop. Ya gotta love OK.