Ned has gone fishin' for a week.
Yesterday I gave one of my students a sheet of twenty one little stickers and told her to reward herself with one each time she managed to play the last line of her sonatina with NO mistakes before Sunday's recital.
On Tuesday, the president of the local quilt guild dropped off the eleven president's challenges for me to judge.
When the dog and I walked past some neighbours last night, we discussed their current kitchen renovations However, all of these things seem to come at me as if from a far off place. I have been so immersed in creating new work at my studio that I've left this real world, this so-called real world.
I've gone artin'