It was a bit of a joke. I just never thought I would hear the phrase "coming down" on this blog. I like the song too, and have a difficulty deciding whose version of it I like most. I've always enjoyed Kris Kristofferson, in any of the roles he plays actor, singer etc., and Johnny Cash was just plain "special". Hated his version of "Bird on a Wire", though.
Worked myself silly today and yesterday. I got a phone call asking me for more of the purses I sell through the gift shop in Selkirk. They reluctantly agreed to wait until next Sunday, when I'm out there. Good thing, as I didn't have any. Prior to that, I was leisurely getting everything ready to hang the show in Pinawa on Saturday, and the pieces I'm delivering to Selkirk on Sunday. Then a flurry of e-mails, and suddenly I'm hanging the show in Pinawa on Thursday. It's now supper time on Monday, and I've replaced parts of the hanging system for five pieces, finished a sixth piece, prepared a final inventory for Pinawa, and have three purses almost ready for hand finishing. Thank Goodness for pledge month on PBS--there haven't been any of my regular shows on for a couple of weeks.
By 4:00, I was exhausted, but still puttering in the studio. I started looking around for things to purge. Liberated a big plastic bin and three small compartmentalized plastic boxes. Then I started to go through the bookshelf I use for odd stuff. Oh my, I found some memories. Things I had kept for emotional reasons, or made by hand and couldn't part with. I looked through everything, fondled most of them, wallowed in the memories, and put them back on the shelf. I'm just not ready to part with them.
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