Its all behind me now, and I am debt free--except for a car payment and gym fees. Once I got over the stigma, the guilt, and the name calling (looser)--I settled into the bliss of debt freeness. I could have kept fighting, but I said, what to hell--literally. I am an old guy now with one foot in the grave and the other on a tube of paint, and I decided it was time to be available to something else besides my creditors. Can you understand and forgive me? If you can't now--you may later. If you go through this crap--remember that your Big Brother Don went before and said that it was OK--deal?
One thing you must promise--don't call me for financial advice! I just sold all of my gold at $1275 thinking I had kicked butt only to watch it soar to $1310. I even began tithing my income to the Episcopalian Church where I sneak in for communion each Sunday hoping for a miracle. I did get my miracle--the Big Okey Dokey from Jesus to just go ahead and admit that the big nut was too much, and that it was OK to fail--so I went into financial chemo therapy. I have lost all of my hair, and I am thin now, but I am still ambulatory--I think. My leg just went to sleep, and I need a hair cut.
Had enough? There is more.
I have been decompressing from Weekend With The Masters. A kind of depression has set it. I did not find any secret formulas or world shaking insights that might make my oil painting easier. There were no masters--only a weekend. I just find myself sitting in my old studio--the whole upstairs of my forest home--trying to figure out the design of the next big commission--a 36by48 oak three/vineyard request for a hotel lobby in beautiful Yountville. The house/studio has gone back to the bank and we are waiting to be kicked out. We have a beautiful rental that is being prepared, but I need a studio space for all of my stuff. We could squat here for months or for days--who knows? A few trips to the dump, and I can avoid storage fees. But back to my funk.
I kept Janey, my sweet wife, awake with my chain saw snoring, so I decided to sleep in the downstairs bedroom where we found a rattle snake two weeks ago--the thing ran off and is still around here somewhere--he is probably watching me right now waiting for his big chance! The fantasy of having a rattler crawl into bed with you can tweak with your sleep. What do you do if you take a strike in the eyeball?--see what I mean? After crawling around on my knees checking under all of the furniture--I laid down on my Thermapeutic and stared at the ceiling in the dark.
Things can become very clear alone in the dark. I heard bird noises, cattle mooing, the dogs moving around--but no snakes--only the stuff slithering in my head.
What do I do with the little remaining time I have left on the planet? My world class bike riding buddy, Richard, just died of lung cancer. This guy was in perfect shape and only 53. He was a real sweet heart, and I am such a turd--why not me?
I told you I was in a funk. I did what I always do when I feel like I am being swallowed in darkness. I began to pray. I know--some of you think that its just auto-suggestion, or self-hypnosis, or some form of verbal ejaculation. I am not making recommendations here or preaching or even advocating religion--I am just telling you what's been happening, dammit! So calm down. No--you calm down, Hatfield!
Where was I ? Anyway--things get clear in the wee hours. The search for values, color, edges, design, narrative, expression seem dim right now. My mind turns to the persons in my sphere of influence, beginning with my wife, children, grand children, and all the rest.
So here sits Mr. Artist. And since I just dipped some chew, I may be sitting here til sunrise. Maybe I should go to a 24 hour Denny's for an early breakfast--the kind I used to eat before weight loss mania--bacon, pancakes, hash browns, juice, coffee, and milk. So wad do ya do? My old brother Dick used to say...."just do the next right thing." Its more fun to do the next wrong thing, but since I have done that for years, I think I will give it a rest for a minute.
I think I will just shut up and try listening for some message from somewhere that will give me some you know what so I can do you know what--ya know what I mean? Find out who really loves ya and be nice to 'em. Its later than you think. I'm headed for Dennys--its 4:30AM PST. Baby Eva, my grand daughter, has it figgered--a bubble bath! Don