I got a call today on my cell phone. I haven't had my cell on for weeks because there is no reception up here. Today we were down in Santa Fe and I turned it on just in case. All my five friends know my home phone number, whatever. Just in case. Of what? Dunno. Just in case.

Curiously enough, just after my husband and I had lunched and were ambling down the street, my phone rings. Who is it but.....

A curator of a major Western Art Museum calling to INVITE me into an exhibition. Not to invite me to submit my work, but to actually invite me into a specific exhibition. He said he'd like 5 (that's FIVE) paintings for the show and no, he's not choosing from my work, but I am to do work and let him know what size, what name, by a certain date. 

I can tell you it will be in Georgia. Near Atlanta. About 50 miles NE, I believe.

This is a major sort of thing. 

Now let's break out our favourite southern rock song just to celebrate. You pick yours, I'll pick mine. Oh, and maybe just your most favorite regional libation. We'll compare notes later.

Slainte´

Oh, OK, the giveaway and the kicker both, is that the name of the art museum is also my last name.

Who is a regular reader? Who is doing homework? Who can tell me where I will be showing?

If you are the first to correctly answer all the above questions then I will feature you, or your web site, or whatever it is that you do well, on a future blog.

Go, grasshoppers, go.