SOLD

The house has sold. What can I say, I was hanging in there till the last nano second. Dont know what comes next. I oughta be used to this upheaval by now. 56 years of upheaval. Why stop now! My financial situation is a joke, but Im not laughing. The minute I do, youre gonna have to put me in a straight jacket and let me cackle alone in a padded room. Been there too. One thing is for sure, Im a warrior. Im gonna take this to the end, force it off a cliff and spit on it for good measure. Might as well go down large. Dont have money for exhibition fees? Thats OK, we have to lose weight anyway. Dont have money to renew my art association membership? No problem, I got a penny jar I can cash in. Cant afford a canvas to start a large piece of art, (because large pieces are always the ones that get picked in contests), maybe Ill get lucky and find just the size Im looking for at a garage sale to paint over. Oh, but wait....the trucks presence may also be just a memory.
Did I want this life? Shit no! Did I choose to be on disability? Dammit, are you serious! Who would want to live like this? A warrior? An artist warrior? Maybe. Its not for everyone. Few could exist like this. But Im an artist as I live and breathe. I can still hold a brush and a pencil. Warrior artist armed with her brush and pencil. Well, Goliath was toast, wasnt he?