It is Sunday, and I am still full. If I hear the word turkey one more time, I’ll puke. This year, Thanksgiving had a little edge to it for us because for the first time we had to combine three family traditions. At first things were dicey with everyone arguing over things like who did the best stuffing, pumpkin pie, or sweet potato casserole. In the end no one got hurt, and we are all still talking. It looked like it might come to blows for a while there, but I’m sure glad it’s over. BTW, I DO make the best sweet potato casserole. And the best stuffing. And the b–okay…
I got to do some plein air painting yesterday even though it was a little windy and houses were burning all around me. An amusing thing happened to me, and accounts for why I cannot show you a picture of what I painted. I was out in the country (okay, I was no where near Malibu) painting a little shack in the distance, and after I had laid it in for about 45 minutes, and gotten it all stated in about a 4 x 6 inch sketch, the wind suddenly picked up. I knew it was time to bolt, and started packing it in. Suddenly a pick-up truck pulls up, and two burly looking men get out that look like they have been working hard on the farm where I was painting. At first I thought they were going to tell me to leave since I was kind of on someones property. Instead, these two rough and tumble men became fascinated by my little painting, especially after I pointed out the little shack in the distance. One of them immediately told me how nice my little painting was. I thanked him kindly, and he further insisted that it was really good.
Then the conversation turned to whether or not I sell my work, and how much I charge. I tried to tell him that I would use the sketch to make a more serious painting from and sell the larger painting. That wasn’t good enough. He wanted to know how much the little one would sell for. Mind you, I just wanted to get out of the wind. I told him, “Uh…$75”. He asked how much I would sell it to HIM for. $50. He reached in his pocket and pulled out two 20 dollar bills. SOLD. He walked away looking at that painting like he had gotten a Monet for a steal. Glad he’s not a connoisseur ’cause that sucker was loose! And I didn’t even get a picture of it. Anyway, it made my day. Not the $40, but the look on his face!