Standing in line at the dollar store listening to Barry White on the sound system when the entire store, customers and clerks, turned into a sing-along. Now I can't shake it. "You'll never find.....another love like mine....."
So yesterday I get my grant money magically transferred into my bank account. I also was notified by email that curators will visit my studio, choosing artists to feature in an international art fair in the nations capital. This balances being rejected for banking positions more often than I can count. Well the peppers are coming in too.
I called the zoo to see whether a bucket of Zoo Doo could be had for my garden. No. Not for love or money. They got into such trouble for the run off from the dump they were using several years ago that their manure disposal is tightly controlled. And the place is all fenced in like a fort. I think they ship it to a mushroom farm in the next state.