Small Blessings

It's nearly Christmas, the 2nd holiday in a long procession of holidays. I was painting nudes and martini paintings, and thinking... oh these will sell quickly. I was kinda hoping that my paintings would cover January or February's bills.

Last night daughter phoned from a little bar she tends, and where I have my paintings hanging on the walls. She wanted to let me know that one of my paintings had sold.

It was the first painting I sold. I really have no clue what the bar owner got for my painting, but I did get what we agreed upon. I'll never know what my painting went for. But... he charges less commission than the art galleries in town.

When my daughter said, "One of your paintings sold," I think I was very surprised.
I had to relive that sentence in my head again. Kept hitting the repeat button. And then the owner of the bar got on the phone and let me know that one of my paintings sold. Very nice feeling washed over me. Timeless, magical... forever.

I wonder why the 2nd sale will be like.