Charley's Place

Morning coffee? During this pandemic everything has just taken longer. Not just my opinion. I really thought I would be further along on this by this time. But I have also been totally surprised by what I have achieved without a whole construction crew.  Winter isn't exactly over yet. We are in what us locals term Mud and Flood season. Most locals left this weekend on what is the traditional month long vacation. Our part time home owners do not reappear in the migration cycle until first week of May. But friends with short term rental properties have urged me to get my new rental listed because of how far ahead people book. I have a friend coming a few of the last days in April then I imagined I had a month or two to refine and finish things up. I posted my listing on VRBO the third week of March. Black Lake Artists' Retreat was a reality. But on so many levels it was still my doll house. A representative of VRBO called yesterday to praise me on my listing. And especially appl

The 1942 Case Tractor Lawn Art   I do not always think things through. As a painter I do not do detailed sketches and then a color sketch before pouring watercolor across the canvas. Just the bare bones. Maybe an application of masking between sky and land. And as I move forward from the huge commitment of brilliant reds and oranges of the sky I change my direction sometimes. That seems to work in my paintings. And in the past has worked with writing. You can always edit a blog or a word document. But other sites are not always as flexible and since Covid-19 pandemic nothing seems as pliable as I would like. But we were in lockdown and I had time on my hands and I knew I never wanted a long term renter in my attached apartment ever again. Mother said to never say never or ever but even if I do not say them I think them. And so I began the process of making that apartment a short term rental. I had no idea of how difficult it would be. How many rigid and intractable things I would have