Goodbye little garage

 It's a deal.  Ten months and three bids after dreaming of having my own studio, Hebert the contractor is making it happen.  The garage will be sliced in half.  To the left the lawn mower, to the right yours truly.

The price is right, the stars are aligned; I will have a room of my own with a big table, shelves for my pencils and books and dictionaries.  Those walls won't mind being tacked with newspaper clippings or whatever else will strike my fancy. 

D-day is this Saturday.  Herbert has promised it'll all be done by the end of the weekend.   I need to pick the AC unit and the lights.  He'll take care of the sink.  I've spent the afternoon cleaning up the garage.  Stan will help move the rest later.  Five days to go.  Five!

I'm too excited to be writing.  Expect the full report next week.