Molly Goatwax

more ya-hooty

Today I went to pick up my piece from a group show and got offered a solo for the hole in next year's schedule! It's not Miami, but I'd better get to work!

But I'm still ahead

One of the ladies in my Scrabble circle paid her outstanding balance and took delivery of the painting she had on lay-awayfrom my last big show. Then I beat her by a hair in the first game then came in last on the second, in a field of four. I decided to fold up my board and take it home.

ya-hooty

I was the last processor left standing at work today, so I got a couple of easy emergency files. It just goes to show you, that if you hang out at a bank long enough, someone will hand you a wad of cash. After I put them to bed and as I was climbing up the steps to the notorious Mount Royal Tavern, I noticed a uniformed "Rover" guard for the art school whizz by on a Segway with a helmet on his head and a light beam strapped to his chest. I was jealous. It almost, but not quite, made me wish I still worked there. But not that much.  Perhaps I will get my own Segway with the wads of money they are handing out at the bank....

Do the math

So, I got this 13 pound turkey for about 3 dollars and 50 cents. But it was a solid block of ice so I was letting it thaw in the back seat of my car because the fridge is already so crowded. It finally softened today and I put it away after the two year old chutney got canned. The bakery outlet sells day old bread 3 loaves for a dollar, so that will stuff the entire turkey with dressing to the side. Mushrooms, sweet potatoes and celery were all on sale so I think I can bring this whole dinner in for under twenty dollars, except that I need butter. Lars is bringing beer and Joe , the pie. And! I have a customer putting the rest of the payment on a painting this week, so we are all to the good! Are you in?

Pondering progress

I am collecting buttons, small tiles and other little flat objects to rim the edges of my personal Elvis shrine, but am wondering whether to open bottles of beer on it, have sconces for candles and incense, or a combination. I will see what the gutters and recycle bins cough up as well as cruise the hardware store...I remain open to suggestions and contributions. The piece measures 12 inches square. Oh! A little push button sound bot such as the ones they now put in greeting cards!

Learning curve.

I'm not getting it. I don't know how our mayor figured she could cash ten or twenty gift cards donated for needy families on an X-Box game and not have it traced to her. And then in her defense, say that she thought the stack of small demonination Target cards were a gift from her boyfriend when his habit was to give her furs and jewels outright, not penny-ante little credits. Then again, I don't understand why the abbreviation for "pounds" is "lbs", when "pounds" has neither letter in it. I don't know why some manufacturerers of fancy cars glue a piece of cloth or vinyl on the roof, call it a "Landau" and charge you extra when it looks so tacky. I can't figure out a lot of stuff. What's bothering you?

Ho-hum

If you think this blog has been boring, living the life behind it has been unremarkable as well. Work, chores, dry skin and an occasional warm day for motoring with the car's top down. There's really nothing going on in my secret life, either-except substituting bran for breadcrumbs in the meatloaf. Don't tell Hubby. He'll figure it out when he wakes up.

SNAFUs

It's not just my computer, land phone and TV connections that have experienced difficulties recently. It seems as if the entire world has been tangled in glitches-the scanner at work, the wholesale websites to which I upload scanned files, my mobile telephone, the fax at home and my digital camera are kablooey, too. When I got to the office this morning the power was out. I remembered that the street lights on the way in didn't work, either. After a morning in the dark, word got out that the boss was buying us lunch at a fancy spot up the street. So I motored over to the restaurant to find the front door locked and the lights out. I didn't see the crew and couldn't call work to verify anything, so I drove back to the office. No one there knew anything. The lights were still off. The sun was shining and the day was warm so I decided to roll down the car top and peel out. As I found my car's sound system to be reliable still, a young co-worker asked me how I was down with the Stone Temple Pilots. I told him that I may be old but I'm not dead. Then I picked up the tot from school and took her the last drug store soda fountain in town. They don't need no stinkin digital to make award winning milk shakes.

Recipe on a tenement wall

 

Preston and Nursery Place. What a goofy town.
 

Fillmore

When I was accepted into the art school and moved to Baltimore, my mother bought an old row house converted into apartments for me to manage while I was housed, for a monthly profit. It was situated next to the building she bought for my sister while she attended the Johns Hopkins University. My duties as the teen-aged land lady included showing apartments, changing locks and collecting rents. If being called a "White Skunk Bitch"  by an insolvent Mr. Foote on the first floor was not challanging enough, there was the tenant in the basement, Fillmore. Fillmore had a beard and long blonde hair. I would have found him attractive but for his vacant stare and the rabbit fur slippers poking from the hems of his bell bottomed blue jeans. One day as I knocked on his door to collect the rent, I noticed smoke billowing from beneath the door. I banged and banged on it and was about to use my janitor keys when he opened up. As I pushed past him to determine how bad was the emergency he offered; "Sorry, man...I was busy frying marbles..." I have to explain that the fashion of the day was to heat glass marbles and then immerse them in cold water to make them crackle, but he had on his stove a skillet full of smoking butter and marbles as if ....never mind. I can't tell you what Fillmore was thinking. He wasn't. For years after we evicted him, I would see him shuffling along the streets in Charles Village and remember his fried marbles.