I haven’t blogged since Sept. 21st?

Seems like just yesterday.

I’m not doing much of a good job with my personal journal, either.  I’ve routinely cataloged my every motion every day for years, but lately not so much.

Can’t explain it.

Even looking back at this blog, I’ve written about nothing but politics for several posts in a row.  Nothing personal at all.

(Political aside:  My prediction is that Brad Henry will beat Istook handily, that the GOP will retain control of the U.S. Senate 52-48 and the U.S. House 221- 214.  If you want to know why, ask me some time.)

Reading MCARP’s blog and talking to him, I’m concerned without freaking out about his health and pray he gets back on track without great troubles.

Suzart has made me very happy by accepting a new position at the OU Health Sciences Center that will provide her with more money and great benefits, chiefly health insurance.

So, what have I been up to lately?  You might well ask.  Or not.

Last night, I was again at the door as a volunteer for OVAC’s annual 12X12 show.  This year it was held at the old DPS building at 410 N. Walnut.  It was hot and it was crowded and the art was fairly strong.  I bid on a 3 dimensional piece, a copper covered clay bust, but I haven’t received a call that my minimum bid was accepted, so I don’t guess I got it.  I liked several pieces very much, including Oz’s horse, Michael’s smokey oil field, Brandenburg’s polkadot sillouette, Medina’s …  I liked my friends’ work, I guess.

Saw a lot of friends and acquaintences at the 12X12, but didn’t witness any dramas.  The Stringents were the only music act I caught and I liked the four girls on strings VERY much.

Last Wednesday, I had my first paid modeling gig.  It was for the Christmas catalog for SouthWest Publishing, the people who put out the magazines “Nichols Hills”, “Historic Homes” and “Downtown”.  Me and some very beautiful young women wore furs in a Heritage Hills home made up like Christmas and toasted each other at a lovely table set at Nonna’s in Bricktown at 8 a.m.  The most fun for me was being told by the SW people that they wanted me because I looked to them like Ralph Lauren.

Mostly, I’ve been working.  Sept. was a turnaround month for me and I made pretty good money after several months of being lazy and getting into big debt problems.  Now, I’ve paid off all the medical bills I rolled up in June plus a few others and have a small amount of money in the bank and I’ve billed more hours in the past 30 days than in the previous several months. 

However, the big turnaround in September wasn’t as visible as a checkbook register.  The big turnaround was between my ears.  Work that would set off a frenzy of procrastination in the past has been fun — for some unknown inexplicable reason, I’ve embraced the work and enjoyed the hell out of it.  Go figure.  I can’t explain it, I’m just going with it.  I can’t say this is related, but I took in a new client Friday and will meet a new client Monday morning.  I need the work and they need my help. Capitalism works, if not always fairly.

I’ve taken on a sponsee in AA and I take him to meetings at 8 p.m. every Tuesday and Thursday night at the Western Club.  I haven’t sponsored anyone in a couple of years and it was about time I took on that duty to pass along my sobriety.  It’s been gratifying to be asked and it helps me stay sober to watch him get sober.

My friend John X is involved in a project he’s calling OKC Noir.  He makes 30 second “films” in black and white of various people and little sound bites of their conversation covers the images.  Go to his website and catch a few — Sonic Sharon and Mara are good ones.  He’s asked me to help recruit folks for the project and if you would be willing to spend 45 minutes to an hour with a helluva guy and get to be UTUBE famous, please contact me or him.  It’s for art’s sake.

I’m sending out invoices this weekend, so it’s back to work.  As my fellow attorney, John Mc. at Starbucks, put it:  “Just two more working days until Monday.”  Ah, well. 

Peace out.