Some weeks ago, l received the paperwork to apply for my Canada Pension. Reality check doesn’t begin to describe it. I will indeed be 65 in October. Crushing, cold-water-in-my-face, denial shattering truth.

Lifelong, l have told myself l will set up a little shop and play and maybe even sell a bit of my art. ln reality, l’ve been selling all along. Here and there, on consignment or wholesaling and watching someone else reap the whopping markup. Although I’m grateful for these venues, “middleman”, go take a seat. I’m taking the plunge. Opening day? Dare l commit? Hmm..

Long weekend in May! There, l’ve said it.

l’ve been taking a little inventory. I am abundant with raw materials. I am able to design and create a space here that typifies my taste. And l acknowledge enough skills and more raw materials in hoarded art supplies to fill the space l have. I have walls, counters, shelving and storage.

I have been spending time and elbow grease. Much more time, a few helping hands, a shop vac and some good track lighting are needed. As well, in the midst of that, l need to do some new, exciting work. Spring fever is upon me though the world outside is still covered in ice.

I have been mucking about. Paint and paper and a doodle a day to get warmed up. The joke about a few of the new pieces being that l have the most unpalatable habit of dunking my brush in my coffee and accidentally sipping my brushwater. One mad day, l painted with my cuppa. Yummy, dark and super strong. I posted three or four and ended up with orders! Thus encouraged, l begin.

l shall persevere. I shall succeed.