January 7, 2026
While I was mucking out the pond, my Solar guy, M, appeared ahead of the latest inspector. M had to drive from Myrtle Beach because city inspectors will not open up anything electric, lest they receive a shock. Passed this time. Long talk with towering, sweet-spoken M, who finally said, “Do you sell any of your paintings?”
“How did you know I paint?”
“The last time I was here, I had to go upstairs and you were there painting. You looked so happy. I loved the paintings.”
The painting he chose was, Sunset from Captain Will’s Boat, oil on panel, painted on January 1, 2025, a memory of the Folly River and its dolphins under westen light. He insisted I sign it, which I don’t spontaneously do. He said, “This is my first piece of art.”
I’ve awakened the last several nights in time to see the moon–last night misty–in glory in my western windows.
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