Saturday, June 19, 2004

Today was a day of retrieving artwork. I started off at The Creative Alliance. When I got there there was a woman in the storeroom where the other woman could not get too on account that there was a table in front of it. She told me I had to ask Jed Dodds to get the work for me. This was the first time that I put two and two together and discovered that the chubby white guy with the glasses was Jed Dodds! I’d seen this guy there a million times and just assumed he was an intern. Somehow I’d always pictured Jed Dodds as looking like Jed Clampett from the Beverly Hillbillies. I was expecting to see a man wearing a plaid shirt and dungarees held up by rope.

After I picked up my workfrom the Creative Alliance I headed back downtown where I stopped off at the Gallery. I bought a slice of pizza from Sbarro’s and a medium orange soda. It started to look dark and foreboding outside so I decided that I might as well head back home and pick up my artwork from the Carriage House.

While at the Gallery I bought the Dean Martin cd, Dino: The Essential Dean Martin. I also picked up Los Loney Boys latest self titled cd it was only 9.99. I contemplated getting Butterfly Boucher’s cd but I only know of one hit on that cd, “Another White Dash”. So maybe I’ll pick it up if she has another hit on it.

One odd thing that happened was that there was this Latino man in the store he gave me a thumbs up when he saw the Los Lonely Boys cd. He told me it was a good cd and a nice price at 9.99. He was there with a group of other Latino’s. So I guess this was his honest opinion and not a sales pitch. Latino’s, heck, no one has ever really come up to me and given me a thumbs up on my purchases at the music store or any other store.

When I finally got to the door of the Carriage House it was closed. A dog was fiercely barking. I wasn’t sure if anyone was there or not. On the flier I got on the day that I dropped off my work they said that it would be open for pick ups from 12 to 6 I looked at my watch, it was 5:45. I wasn’t quiet sure what was going on. So I banged on the door a bit. Eventually Scotty emerged from the other side of the door. He pointed at me and said, “Gail? Right...” I thought this was kind of odd. So I slowly said, “Yeah.” He said that he was up stairs doing something and that he wasn’t expecting any more people to show up. After I got my stuff he looked banefully at all the posters gathered by the table and said that he hoped that they would sell. I was shocked to hear that he could be doubtful about anything. I was dumb founded. I couldn’t think of anything to say so I got my artwork and left.