I don't have enough to do so now I get to pull the sails off my boat, double line it, put up hurricane shutters and look forward to Florida traffic without traffic lights (even worse than Boston).

Truth of the matter is, the weeks after a hurricane is MUCH worse than the actual weather. Oh well, the gas tanks are full and the battery supply in good condition.

The latest track puts the eye over us noon Tuesday.

Dwight 

I just signed up for oil painting classes. I haven't held a brush since kindergarten water colors so I'm feeling way out of control, but I would like to try, I think. I have been talking about this for about a year now and my wife finally told me to put up or shut up. I'll let you know how it goes.

Advice? Anyone? 

I've just returned from a meeting with a potential corporate sponsor, the first face to face with the public relations director and the CEO. We had a friendly chat over my portfolio and have tentatively agreed to  fund my solo two month show of 24 pieces through their  purchase of two of my pieces if I agree to donate a third piece to be auctioned off for charity at the end of the show. A no brainer!

I am so excited. I get work sold to a private collection, a solo exhibition, money to get all the framing, etc. and press exposure for the auction. This is a great way to flesh out my resume; definitely win-win. 

I have worked very hard to get this contact and am so happy it seems to be working out. Can't wait to get to work. 

I just read the email informing me I made the reserve list for an art show in West Palm Beach I really wanted to make; lots of money and snow birds. This is the second time in a row I've been put on wait and while it's better than pure rejection (per my wife, bless her) it's not acceptance either.

I'm new here as well as in the art scene in general. My first competition and I was awarded an honorable mention. I made the jury cut for a long term exhibition with the local art organization. I was accepted by the first art gallery I applied to and am talking to a corporate sponsor about a revolving exhibition for six months. I know I'm living a golden life, but I guess rejection still hurts.

 Maybe it's just the rainy weather coupled with the death of my telephoto lens this week.

 OK, I'll stop whining now and thanks for listening.