Days like these

It has been a rough few days. I have been trying not to think and just do. Trying to distract myself from the creeping depression that lurks in every shadow, seen and unseen.

It creeps in when I think that I may not be able to get to a show I have been expecting to work. A show that I was guaranteed to make a little bit of pay. All due to the fact that the Universe decided to kick the truck in the head gasket.

So I may just be screwed blue but not quite tattooed.

It just figures.

So what am I doing about it? Not a hell of a lot I can do. Yet again I am at the mercy of the "Universal HAHA" which says "How you like them apples?" I would rather not have apples, thank you. Perhaps a nice pomegranate or some sweet, red raspberries instead?

So I keep woodburning my little boxes. I am going to need them in case a miracle drops from the sky and I am able to get to and work I-Con, because god only knows if I am going to be working Fairie Festival the way my life has been dealing me cards. And this is supposed to be a "beneficial year"...snicker.

And even though I was in a great big pity puddle, I was able to get a few pieces of my artwork out of the old "pentium 2/ windows 98-running computer" and transfer them to the "dad computer" and then burn some of the files to disk. I took one of my older, more favorite pieces of art work and "made it new".

You can now see it on a few items on my Cafe Press page and my Zazzle page. The image that I used can be seen at the top of this posting. I put it on a few shirts and some mugs, at present. I hope to get it on a few more pieces, but "dial up won't let me".

I think that will be my battle cry for a bit. "Honey, why didn't you empty the cat box?" "Why, dear, dial up won't let me." "Why didn't you wash these dishes?" "Dial-up wouldn't let me."

So maybe I will be able to do what I need to do today and successfully stave of the looming, growing depression, "dial up willing".