@sozobe,
I get you on that. Happy for you, soz. Have painting ideas ready myself - have to buy some screen doors and a couple of window screens for ventilation first, oil painting being my joy. I never had trouble painting because of where I lived before, just opened the windows.. so this has been a learning experience. (Swamp coolers need an inch or so of air in or out to work.)
My smile today came from a grocery store visit. When I went into the outdoor entry area, I heard music, a never never in my experience in this city much less this store. Sure enough, crouched near the ice machine was a young guy playing the guitar rather nicely. I bought a little less than I might have and gave him some money as I left, something I don't do anymore since I need it myself. But this was so good to hear.
Back in what I used to call north north, at the Arcata grocery called Wildberries, if you went there on a Saturday mid-morning there was a superb guitarist (well, that was then as I suppose the musicians change, there's a good music scene there) midway between the entry and the counter with the good pastries and coffees and teas and tables and chairs. What with that and the great produce and the aisle with all the locally made jams, the aisle with all the local beers, the aisle with the local soaps, it was more of a treat than a chore to shop. Plus there was a ride by the bay to get back home, even a great view coming out of the parking lot.
Given that above in my memory scope, I nearly teared at hearing this young guy. I guess the word is busker. He needs a place to put the dollars so they don't blow away.
I think I need to call the store to tell them I was glad to see him.
