This is newsletter #205...not to be confused with newsletter #200. And here, my friends, is the art…
Over a month ago, Jo asked me, “Did you write a newsletter this week?” Apparently she hadn’t received it in her inbox. I didn’t get my copy either, but I didn’t think much of it. It was my 200th newsletter. Well, we just received it in our inboxes about an hour ago. So where was it? Out drinking to celebrate its round numberness? Was it stuck in the internet’s series of pneumatic tubes? Anyway, if you just got it too, just know that I’m as confused as you are. I hope that when I die, people keep receiving emails from me…hopefully saying cryptically morbid things like, “I hope you come and visit me here soon.” Great, now I’m going to have to fill all of my emails with double meanings just in case the email is delayed until after my death. This is really causing a lot of pressure on me.
Jo took today off, though you’d never guess by watching her. Her days off look a lot like her work days. The only difference is that she gets to keep the art she makes on her days off. Right now she’s painting a very large circular quilt made up of a lot of smaller circles. Not me. You know when it’s my day off. I’m either hiking, biking, or parked in front of a Netflix movie with a very large bowl of popcorn. My most recent discovery through Netflix is a British show called That Mitchell and Webb Look. Here’s a clip on youtube.
Until next week…or whenever my newsletter feels like showing up.