I've got these mummies for sale.

I let go of some art that had been allowed to decay too much.

I had a couple of old pieces that had been stored outside for too long. Additionally, I had about a year's worth of yard trash to burn. So the time seemed right.

There is no relief.

I think I remember hearing this particular AT40 as a kid because it has Patrick Hernandez's "Born To Be Alive", which was, to me, the lamest, stupidest song I'd ever heard in my life.

I restored my porch paintings.

These two paintings were really showing a lot of damage from living outside on my front porch, so, I scraped them down and repainted them.

Buddy sat on the desk, as usual.

It can be irritating having to work around him, but he enjoys showing off so much, you can't stay mad at him.

I painted a painting called "Explainer".

I'm going to see if I can write in words with a whiteboard marker, and then see if they'll erase cleanly.

Notes for September 23, 2026: I saw a couple of movies.

The Young Philadelphians was the most lathered-up soap opera I think I’ve ever seen, so it was very entertaining.

Even the silliest songs sometimes take on the big questions.

For example: do you believe in “forever”?

I found some weird things in my yard.

I was raking the most neglected corner of my yard and I found this arm that must have fallen off one of my paintings.

I painted this pointing hand.

I've sometimes said, if you love a piece of artwork, try and make a copy for yourself.

If I'm being honest with myself, I wouldn't mind my life being a bit more pre-arranged.

And it is definitely time for a cool change.

What the people need is a way to make 'em smile.

It ain't so hard to do if you know how.

Reachin' out to capture a moment.

Who's bendin' down to give me a rainbow? Everyone knows it's Windy. Not sure why I asked.

My momma talkin’ to me, try to tell me how to live.

Don't hate the player.

Something‘s happening at the Alabo Street Wharf.

I tested the hell out of Leonard's brakes.