Ok, here I am again, joining you via iPhone. I have learned a few new things, like tapping space bar twice automatically inserts a period. Much faster. However, since I frequently tap the space bar instead of B, C, or V, I do tend to get some odd sentences at times.
Today I will head into the Big Metropolis to do some Marketing. This is the portion of my success plan which is necessary but painful. I have printed up new business cards and I've dug through the storage boxes and unearthed all my portfolio items, so now I have to pull up my socks and do the legwork.
The plan is to try and sell some window paintings. I figure if I can pass myself off as already having obtained Success, store managers will jump at the chance to be the first on the block to employ this Hot New Artist in Residence. So I'm going for an eclectic semi professional image - fresh warm make up, straight hair unadorned, casual jeans but smart looking wool pea coat buttoned up. swirly multicoloured scarf. I'll have to buy myself a daytimer first, which means I'll meet the manager of the drugstore LAST since it blows my cover if I buy the daytimer and then promptly scratch off the price tag and schedule a job with the manager. Maybe I should buy the daytimer in disguise!
Anyway, the thing about marketing is that it involves
A. Talking to people
B. meeting strangers
C. Making a good impression
D. Sounding like I know what I'm doing
E. meeting strangers. And talking to them. Did I mention that?
Someday I will be so successful I'll have to employ an agent and then I'll never have to do this again. I can just show up, paint, and be gone. And people will forgive me be auss I'll ( wait, did you see that stupid spelling error? That's my fat thumbs typing a space instead of a B) anyway, they'll forgive me because I'm so eccentric and successful.
I will also go to the print shop and peddle my wAres. Once upon a time I did freelance graphic design for a small town print shop and it was one of the best gigs I ever had. They, in essence, weren my agents, dealing with customers and orders. I just stayed home and doodled for them, and got paid!
Well, wish me luck. I hate this part! But here's my ride to town, so I can procrastinate no longer!
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
Wednesday, 22 February 2012
Grind those gears
Ok, so I'm wondering how much data usage this will gobble up - blogging from my iPhone. Hmmm. Keep it short.
It's just that I'm sitting here, still in my Jammie's, sipping coffee and reading a fluffy book and I feel a deep sweet contentment seeping into my very bones. I'm in my new home, my cast iron frying pans are out of storage and happily greasy again, amazingly all four of my couches fit in my seriously shrunken living space, and I look out the window at the sun rising in the huge blue dream of sky and I could just weep for the sheer pleasure of it all.
But I'm not sure how my success plan fits in. This area is almost like a whole new planet, it's so different from the past decade. Cowboys and cold snow blowing. And a tiny church where everyone helps out and I wonder, where do I fit in here? I'll play music at the church, but it won't be country gospel. I'll have a horse or two, but I'm not likely to run the barrels at the arena with the rest of the gals. In a town with a population of 1000, surely there's another artist out there? Maybe I need to put up a poster or something.
However... for some reason this doesn't really bother me. I run out in the field through the frozen stubble and smell the straw bales and feel like a kid again. I see my own kids leAping from bale to bale, learning to play on a farm and I feel like all is right with the world. And I browse the farm auction catalogue and pick out chicks to order and take bottles to the depot and wonder where the rhubarb is planted and somehow thoughts of striving and marketing and advertising and recognition... thoughts of success - seem long ago and far away.
It's just that I'm sitting here, still in my Jammie's, sipping coffee and reading a fluffy book and I feel a deep sweet contentment seeping into my very bones. I'm in my new home, my cast iron frying pans are out of storage and happily greasy again, amazingly all four of my couches fit in my seriously shrunken living space, and I look out the window at the sun rising in the huge blue dream of sky and I could just weep for the sheer pleasure of it all.
But I'm not sure how my success plan fits in. This area is almost like a whole new planet, it's so different from the past decade. Cowboys and cold snow blowing. And a tiny church where everyone helps out and I wonder, where do I fit in here? I'll play music at the church, but it won't be country gospel. I'll have a horse or two, but I'm not likely to run the barrels at the arena with the rest of the gals. In a town with a population of 1000, surely there's another artist out there? Maybe I need to put up a poster or something.
However... for some reason this doesn't really bother me. I run out in the field through the frozen stubble and smell the straw bales and feel like a kid again. I see my own kids leAping from bale to bale, learning to play on a farm and I feel like all is right with the world. And I browse the farm auction catalogue and pick out chicks to order and take bottles to the depot and wonder where the rhubarb is planted and somehow thoughts of striving and marketing and advertising and recognition... thoughts of success - seem long ago and far away.
Saturday, 11 February 2012
Month Two, Day...?!
Success could prove to be difficult to attain if I can't even remember how to sign into my own blog! Conversation this morning:
"So, hubbykins, remember awhile back when you were messing around with my blogs...?"
(mumbly grumble sounding somewhat affirmative - apparently OtherHalf was still a bit drowsy)
"Well, I wonder, did you, you know, change the password or something?"
"I changed your old password so that both blogs were the same."
Ah ha! Gotcha!
"Well," (now maybe sounding a little irritated and possibly kinda "blamey") "whatdidyoudo? 'cause now I can't log into my new blog! It only lets me go into the old one. And Iwasgonnablogyesterday but I couldn't 'causeit'sallmessedup...!"
"Did you use the right email address?"
"Huh?"
"Remember, when you set it up you used the new email address..."
"Aah... right... oh yeah. oops. sorry."
Brilliant. Managing my success should be no problem at all.
So, out of all the moves in my life this one has certainly had it's share of unique challenges.
#1 Pack entire house without the help of OtherHalf, who had left for his new job already.
#2 Get insanely sick during the last week of packing and waste several days. Thank goodness for MotherDear and Friends!
#3 Run out of room in the moving van, and get forced to rent an extra trailer. Still run out of room and send one dresser to the dump!
#4 Arrive at new home, ready to pack up the current owners' stuff. From the photos online, I'd assumed that the original owners didn't have much stuff in the house. Assume nothing. Spend many hours with SisterinLaw packing and packing and packing.
#5 By the way, the water is frozen at the new house. don't pee while packing.
#6 Hooray! water is thawed! Clever OtherHalf and Sibling. Turn on tap, discover that sewer is frozen.
#7 Finally have two men available for moving. Haul original stuff out of house, store in shop. Haul our stuff into house. Wonder where on earth it's all gonna go!
#8 Hadn't seen OtherHalf in nearly three weeks. The first thing I shared with him was my germs. His raging fever will make thawing the water and sewer somewhat unpleasant.
There have been some great things, too. Sibling and SisterinLaw have let us overrun their house. The sun has been shining non-stop since we left the Columbia Valley. Our cat is ecstatic to be out of the moving truck. My new house is adorable. So many people volunteered their help throughout this whole process. A new neighbour here dropped by the house with a bag of beef for us. Groceries here are really cheap! The kids aren't sick at all. So far I've only found one broken item in our stuff, and it wasn't important. OtherHalf really likes his job. And I've already turned down one cake job! Tomorrow is Sunday, and potluck at church. Our new church has TWO potlucks per month. Ooooo. Oh, AND I got to see two big moose (mooses? Meese? Moosen?) on the way to Athabasca today. And I did not hit them with the truck. I also returned the U-Haul trailer to Athabasca and backed it into the parking lot and did not hit anything or humiliate myself in any way.
All in all, I would consider this move a success. So I guess I'm not too far off track! Four months to go... but a lot can happen in four months....
"So, hubbykins, remember awhile back when you were messing around with my blogs...?"
(mumbly grumble sounding somewhat affirmative - apparently OtherHalf was still a bit drowsy)
"Well, I wonder, did you, you know, change the password or something?"
"I changed your old password so that both blogs were the same."
Ah ha! Gotcha!
"Well," (now maybe sounding a little irritated and possibly kinda "blamey") "whatdidyoudo? 'cause now I can't log into my new blog! It only lets me go into the old one. And Iwasgonnablogyesterday but I couldn't 'causeit'sallmessedup...!"
"Did you use the right email address?"
"Huh?"
"Remember, when you set it up you used the new email address..."
"Aah... right... oh yeah. oops. sorry."
Brilliant. Managing my success should be no problem at all.
So, out of all the moves in my life this one has certainly had it's share of unique challenges.
#1 Pack entire house without the help of OtherHalf, who had left for his new job already.
#2 Get insanely sick during the last week of packing and waste several days. Thank goodness for MotherDear and Friends!
#3 Run out of room in the moving van, and get forced to rent an extra trailer. Still run out of room and send one dresser to the dump!
#4 Arrive at new home, ready to pack up the current owners' stuff. From the photos online, I'd assumed that the original owners didn't have much stuff in the house. Assume nothing. Spend many hours with SisterinLaw packing and packing and packing.
#5 By the way, the water is frozen at the new house. don't pee while packing.
#6 Hooray! water is thawed! Clever OtherHalf and Sibling. Turn on tap, discover that sewer is frozen.
#7 Finally have two men available for moving. Haul original stuff out of house, store in shop. Haul our stuff into house. Wonder where on earth it's all gonna go!
#8 Hadn't seen OtherHalf in nearly three weeks. The first thing I shared with him was my germs. His raging fever will make thawing the water and sewer somewhat unpleasant.
There have been some great things, too. Sibling and SisterinLaw have let us overrun their house. The sun has been shining non-stop since we left the Columbia Valley. Our cat is ecstatic to be out of the moving truck. My new house is adorable. So many people volunteered their help throughout this whole process. A new neighbour here dropped by the house with a bag of beef for us. Groceries here are really cheap! The kids aren't sick at all. So far I've only found one broken item in our stuff, and it wasn't important. OtherHalf really likes his job. And I've already turned down one cake job! Tomorrow is Sunday, and potluck at church. Our new church has TWO potlucks per month. Ooooo. Oh, AND I got to see two big moose (mooses? Meese? Moosen?) on the way to Athabasca today. And I did not hit them with the truck. I also returned the U-Haul trailer to Athabasca and backed it into the parking lot and did not hit anything or humiliate myself in any way.
All in all, I would consider this move a success. So I guess I'm not too far off track! Four months to go... but a lot can happen in four months....
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