Time does fly.  Seems to fly faster the older I get.  I have moved and am getting settled in my new house.  I am determined not to move again.  This time it really kicked my butt.  I just hope that all my friends and family will be brave enough to confront me if I come up with any idea that has "moving" in it.  Actually, this house is perfect for me and has everything I need. 

I realized, the other day, while hanging art and arranging furniture, that I create "sets".  Each room has to please me enough so that I think "wow" when I walk in.  My last house in Eugene was that way and it appears this one may be too.  I really like it here.

I'm sort of puttering today and, as always, when I spend enough time alone, I start to ponder.  If you would have asked me, ten years ago, who would be the bravest and most adventurous of my friends, I would have never (in a million years) have said Megan.  Yet here she is, living in the Ukraine for two years as a Peace Corp volunteer.  I so admire her willingness to be of service and go somewhere they don't have good coffee.  

Yes, I've divorced, gone back to school, moved to different city, travelled, run the Rogue in an inflatable kayak and become an artist.  The rest of my friends are pretty much doing exactly the same thing, in the same place with the same people.  How do people who have so much creative energy end up doing the same thing, year after year, and someone like Megan, who never made a peep, is taking the biggest risk of all?  I certainly don't have the answer.  

Now that I've pondered all that, it's time for me to get down to brass tacks.  The biggest risks I take these days is creating and showing other people my art.  So, what room in my new house is not organized and useable?  You got it; my studio.  Guess I better walk the talk.