Back to the paintings and time line. By January of 2005, I was no longer at the art supply store, thank you, and had lost my beloved jade necklace, boo hiss, and the world was reeling from the magnitude of the tsunami that had just decimated Indonesia. I still had my weekends at the gallery in Tribeca and found a day or two a week working for a couple of designers, but I was seriously thinking I needed to get out of New York. It's really a young, or rich, person's town and I'm neither. I focused on Cape Cod, I have friends there, and was in negotiations with a few people about jobs there when, on my, dare I say it, 55th birthday, I found one at an art gallery around the corner from my house in Soho.