Still in the craft fair vortex, but I reworked #12, the Emu above, which is now denser and darker than before. I am also off the wait list and get to keep the booth I’ve been using until the fair is over at the end of the month. This means I can leave everything there in the big plastic bin my next booth neighbor has loaned me instead of schlepping it home on Sundays. I’m completely out of bird cards and several of the limited edition giclees, so I took in some collage pieces and smaller originals on paper, including a few charcoal studies, last weekend. We were quite busy Saturday but it snowed enough overnight to make Sunday a treacherous mess and for The Canteen to cancel the fair for the day. They did offer to let some of us set up in the tent behind the restaurant that they use for additional space, and I went in because it’s only a ten minute walk there and it didn’t look too bad from my window. The snow, which continued all day, and the wind however were relentless, and the tent wasn’t much warmer than being outside. I left at three and a hot shower thawed me out, although I had to take a nap afterwards because being that cold for that long is exhausting. Experiencing the gerry-rigged tent reminded me how from the time I graduated from college until I moved into my first official Provincetown apartment almost forty years later, none of the places I lived had proper bathrooms. Generally it was toilets in water closets and a shower or tub in the kitchen, but I did spend two years in an Ozark shack with an outhouse and a half mile walk to a well for water. Which meant plenty of opportunities to practice my MacGyver skills with a staple gun, duct tape and plastic tarps or bedsheets. All this along with the terrible news out of LA has me thinking of my friend Marsha from my Ozark times who was murdered by her schizophrenic son. I wrote about her in my May 16th post but it’s the son, fresh out of the psych ward and later also murdered once he was in prison, who is in my thoughts today. He was a beautiful child, a happy baby. Such a waste, so much tragedy. The human animal is truly confounding.