All righty then. This night owl is up and ready for the flea market. You know, we just sold a bunch of stuff 8 months ago before we moved down from MA, and I declare that we have almost as much to sell again. Mostly it's stuff that worked really well in our old house in Gardner, but there's no place for it here, or things I didn't realize I had duplicates of, such as coffee creamers and gravy boats.

And I've been fooling around with those daggoned "Tea Shirts" all day. I know the photo I put up looked horrible - they really don't look 1/2 that bad in real life. But there was something about these jerzees tee shirts I bought at the craft store, I think, that made it extremely hard to get them to take the dye. At the last minute I decided to do 1/2 the batch as "Rasberry Tea Shirts"the prototype of which looked great and dyed really fast. But I was still fooling around with these at 8:00 at night after having started them last night and they have just now gotten out of the dryer! I'm not going to be crushed ( or even surprised) if I don't sell any of them....but what I have is an intense curiosity about how people will react to them. Besides All Around the House, Unlimited, this is the first time I have ever actually floated one of my hare brained ideas. Having been told for years ( and pretty much believing it) that my thinking and viewpoints are so far off the "norm" that my chances of connecting with anybody in such a worldy commercial venue as any kind of marketplace would be preposterous. Like I could plan to make and sell something in much the same way an engineer with an interest in space travel could plan a moon shot - just as an intellectual excersise. But don't weirdos create progress? Couldn't I be like the quiet guy in the back of the room in the movie "Apollo 13" who reminded everybody that the biggest problem the astronaughts had was that they didn't have enough fuel to get home? Jeese, that'd be a heck of a problem! I'm glad my only worry is weather or not anybody will buy a shirt and if I can offload the million or so used-once bottles of nail polish I have sitting around here.

I rode down and gave Mrs. B my references today. She told me she had an emergency appointment at the doctor today. She has just gotten out of the hospital, the poor thing. Her blood sugar won't stabelize. I didn't feel too terribly worried: she was lively enough to have gotten dressed in good clothes an put some lipstick on to go see the doc. But I hope she doesn't have to go back into the hospital before I ever get a chance to clean her house....or, God forbid, pass away. As honest as I am I can just see myself being interviewed in some other house, "Well, yes, did have a customer but she passed before I could do the work for her...."

Oh, why do I even think about such things?!