The Anecdotal Life Part. 123
I don't know if I am winding up or winding down with the boat, but I do know it is high, maybe not dry, and in a very safe place surrounded by clear water..... which maybe the best part of the whole arrangement I achieved with a marina in a cove next to Deal Island. So many people confuse this with Deal, Maryland when I tell them about it. Deal, Maryland is on the western side of the Chesapeake Bay. Deal Island is across " the pond" on the eastern shore of Maryland.
The little marina sports a very large warehouse with two very large mechanics, and an even larger (much larger) crane for haul out and it is all tucked away in a rather secure cove, which is about as good as you can get unless you wish to go inland on a river. The culture down there is unique. Do you know how thick natural peanut butter is after you've poured off the oil? Well, that's how thick the accent is. It is said by linguists that the language stems from early English if you can believe it. You will be met, if you go there, with the most intense courtesy, and kindness. I quickly lost all my usual sense of anxiety and distrust about the boat, boat marinas and perhaps, eventually, even boat Captains and just as quickly paid my seven hundred for the year.
I tried to pay their customary four hundred due for haul out, winter storage and winterizing. They asked me to wait since they wanted to add the price for "cooking the heat exchangers" which is something they do by putting the exchangers in a microwave to get the crud off. Fine by me. After the Inner Harbor I was fairly certain it needed to be done. The whole deal was unbelievable in the first place. Prices in or around Annapolis, and Baltimore run from $4000 to $11,000 and that does not begin to include haul out. That makes my enthusiasm even more understandable. However, the real draw for me is that it's nearby my "old house" that I used to own on Deal Island and the scenery's sensational. I love Lucky's Last Chance gas station and it's tiny restaurant/grocery.
It's my belief that it is called that because it is the last public restroom...period... along rt. 363
that meanders over three or four marshes from rt. 13 ( the main highway going straight south )
to the tip of the island where you can find Arby's General Store and often, Arby himself. Why did I leave in the first place. The mosquitoes and biting flies. The isolation. It is not a happening place for a city girl. But!!, it is a knockout place for anyone who loves the land in it's natural state. It was a tough decision to sell that place. So the boat is my compromise at this point. We will see if that works. I do, though, have the boat up for sale. I can't pilot it and would always need a crew. There is a Captain living there ( probably a couple a dozen) that worked for the DNR and taught people how to pilot their various boats. He brought the boat down from Baltimore just using his compass. Well, I suppose South is South and there are markers all the way, and my depth finder still works, so that may not seem like a big deal to some, but I was impressed. The way I get lost, I wouldn't attempt it. ( funny.. I thought I heard my family cheering).
So!, with the boat put away, something began happening in my art world at last...a big fat miracle as far as I'm concerned.The Whitmore Printing and Imaging Building is being emptied out, sold, and the business is going to be centered in Baltimore. In the meantime they seemed open to having some wandering artists (namely, me and a few others I have yet to see) rent some office cubicles. I lit up when I heard of it. Catching up to the man in authority was a little dicey, since, you can imagine, the boss was busy flying back and forth managing two places.
I decided to haunt the office and a couple of times sat and waited until he happened to charge through the door. That worked. When the owner, a tall rangy guy, who is always on the move, said," Do you want to start this week?" I thought about it for a few seconds, slapped my check into his hand for the month's rent and took off for home to begin "schlupping" stuff...lots of art stuff that had been stashed hopelessly in every corner of the house. On the run everyday, I filled my two cubicles with paintings, prints, supplies and my extreme happiness. I was at home and felt so comforted. I remember feeling this way when it was my first week in the Torpedo Factory art center in Alexandria, Va. Back then, I was stuck in the back corner on the third floor, all the pigeon doo-doo had just been recently scraped out of the place. It was really, really hot. Spooky up there too, but I absolutely didn't care.
This time the managers are nearby, the woods is outside my windows with some insane, skydiving squirrels, and lots of birds I wish I knew the name of. I think that's why I love the Red birds and Bluebirds so much-- how difficult is that to remember? "Ah yes," I say when asked,
" That is the Great Northeastern Red Bird." Actually I count on my sisters to know all that stuff and they do. My mother was no help whatsoever. She would spot some dark, flying thing and say, " That is the Great Northern Michigan Gasbill; I get a lot of those."
The two gentlemen running the Whitmore Building and those walking through, have all been as kind as they were down at Scott's Cove. It must be national kindness month, however, when you watch the ads on tv, ( and who can stand one more of those?)obviously, it is not kindness month nationally. I vote for the guy with the fewest ads. I vote for the people who know better than to believe in either party's ads completely. I am a 47% er and an independent. It's a dangerous position to uphold. BUT! I digress. I wish you could come see my studio and latest work. All of you-- though maybe not all at once since an opening in the this building may not work.
THEREFORE: ONE, YOU MAY CONSIDER THIS PAGE AS A COUPON FOR A FREE 4 BY 6
INCH PRINT WITH AN ADDED BACKING IF YOU SHOULD WISH TO USE IT AS A POSTCARD. IF YOU COME AND VISIT ME BY APPOINTMENT, I WILL HAVE LOTS OF PRINTS AVAILABLE. ANY OF MY WORKS CAN BE SCANNED FOR PRINTS IF YOU ARE INTERESTED. THESE ARE MUSEUM QUALITY IRIS GICLEE PRINTS ON THE FINEST WATERCOLOR PAPERS AVAILABLE. ..AND IT MAY TAKE FROM TWO TO FOUR WEEKS DEPENDING ON THE COMPLEXITY, BUT IT IS WELL WORTH THE WAIT.
I WILL HAVE MY CHRISTMAS CARD EDITION READY .. SO FAR I ONLY HAVE ONE CARD IN THE CHRISTMAS EDITION ( WOW! AND HOW FINE IS THAT?) BUT WHO KNOWS?
MY HOURS ARE FROM 11 TO 3 ON MONDAY, WEDNESDAY, AND FRIDAY. TUESDAY, THURSDAY AND SATURDAY ARE BY APPOINTMENT. CALL TO BE CERTAIN. 443- 783- 0197.
ADDRESS: WHITMORE PRINTING AND IMAGING
1982 MORELAND PARKWAY
ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND
21401-3189
I WILL BE GONE FROM NOVEMBER 19TH THROUGH NOVEMBER 23RD FOR THANKSGIVING WITH MARK, ANNETTE AND LOGAN IN L.A. SO LOVE AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL. I HAVE SOME SUPER SPIDERMAN GLASSES I AM SENDING TO LOGAN. IT IS HARD LETTING GO OF THEM; THEY ARE SO EXTREME.
It's my belief that it is called that because it is the last public restroom...period... along rt. 363
that meanders over three or four marshes from rt. 13 ( the main highway going straight south )
to the tip of the island where you can find Arby's General Store and often, Arby himself. Why did I leave in the first place. The mosquitoes and biting flies. The isolation. It is not a happening place for a city girl. But!!, it is a knockout place for anyone who loves the land in it's natural state. It was a tough decision to sell that place. So the boat is my compromise at this point. We will see if that works. I do, though, have the boat up for sale. I can't pilot it and would always need a crew. There is a Captain living there ( probably a couple a dozen) that worked for the DNR and taught people how to pilot their various boats. He brought the boat down from Baltimore just using his compass. Well, I suppose South is South and there are markers all the way, and my depth finder still works, so that may not seem like a big deal to some, but I was impressed. The way I get lost, I wouldn't attempt it. ( funny.. I thought I heard my family cheering).
So!, with the boat put away, something began happening in my art world at last...a big fat miracle as far as I'm concerned.The Whitmore Printing and Imaging Building is being emptied out, sold, and the business is going to be centered in Baltimore. In the meantime they seemed open to having some wandering artists (namely, me and a few others I have yet to see) rent some office cubicles. I lit up when I heard of it. Catching up to the man in authority was a little dicey, since, you can imagine, the boss was busy flying back and forth managing two places.
I decided to haunt the office and a couple of times sat and waited until he happened to charge through the door. That worked. When the owner, a tall rangy guy, who is always on the move, said," Do you want to start this week?" I thought about it for a few seconds, slapped my check into his hand for the month's rent and took off for home to begin "schlupping" stuff...lots of art stuff that had been stashed hopelessly in every corner of the house. On the run everyday, I filled my two cubicles with paintings, prints, supplies and my extreme happiness. I was at home and felt so comforted. I remember feeling this way when it was my first week in the Torpedo Factory art center in Alexandria, Va. Back then, I was stuck in the back corner on the third floor, all the pigeon doo-doo had just been recently scraped out of the place. It was really, really hot. Spooky up there too, but I absolutely didn't care.
This time the managers are nearby, the woods is outside my windows with some insane, skydiving squirrels, and lots of birds I wish I knew the name of. I think that's why I love the Red birds and Bluebirds so much-- how difficult is that to remember? "Ah yes," I say when asked,
" That is the Great Northeastern Red Bird." Actually I count on my sisters to know all that stuff and they do. My mother was no help whatsoever. She would spot some dark, flying thing and say, " That is the Great Northern Michigan Gasbill; I get a lot of those."
The two gentlemen running the Whitmore Building and those walking through, have all been as kind as they were down at Scott's Cove. It must be national kindness month, however, when you watch the ads on tv, ( and who can stand one more of those?)obviously, it is not kindness month nationally. I vote for the guy with the fewest ads. I vote for the people who know better than to believe in either party's ads completely. I am a 47% er and an independent. It's a dangerous position to uphold. BUT! I digress. I wish you could come see my studio and latest work. All of you-- though maybe not all at once since an opening in the this building may not work.
THEREFORE: ONE, YOU MAY CONSIDER THIS PAGE AS A COUPON FOR A FREE 4 BY 6
INCH PRINT WITH AN ADDED BACKING IF YOU SHOULD WISH TO USE IT AS A POSTCARD. IF YOU COME AND VISIT ME BY APPOINTMENT, I WILL HAVE LOTS OF PRINTS AVAILABLE. ANY OF MY WORKS CAN BE SCANNED FOR PRINTS IF YOU ARE INTERESTED. THESE ARE MUSEUM QUALITY IRIS GICLEE PRINTS ON THE FINEST WATERCOLOR PAPERS AVAILABLE. ..AND IT MAY TAKE FROM TWO TO FOUR WEEKS DEPENDING ON THE COMPLEXITY, BUT IT IS WELL WORTH THE WAIT.
I WILL HAVE MY CHRISTMAS CARD EDITION READY .. SO FAR I ONLY HAVE ONE CARD IN THE CHRISTMAS EDITION ( WOW! AND HOW FINE IS THAT?) BUT WHO KNOWS?
MY HOURS ARE FROM 11 TO 3 ON MONDAY, WEDNESDAY, AND FRIDAY. TUESDAY, THURSDAY AND SATURDAY ARE BY APPOINTMENT. CALL TO BE CERTAIN. 443- 783- 0197.
ADDRESS: WHITMORE PRINTING AND IMAGING
1982 MORELAND PARKWAY
ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND
21401-3189
I WILL BE GONE FROM NOVEMBER 19TH THROUGH NOVEMBER 23RD FOR THANKSGIVING WITH MARK, ANNETTE AND LOGAN IN L.A. SO LOVE AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL. I HAVE SOME SUPER SPIDERMAN GLASSES I AM SENDING TO LOGAN. IT IS HARD LETTING GO OF THEM; THEY ARE SO EXTREME.
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