By the seat of my pants

Originally published at file under "Miscellanea". You can comment here or there.

Like an invisible zipline, sometimes fate drags you to where you need to be.

Last night, as we were considering a movie night on the couch, I recommended taking the dog for a walk.

As we concluded our walk, my husband suggested going out for a drink.

When we got downtown, I peeked into an art gallery, saw it was open, and said we should stop in.

If you can see where this is going, you are far wiser than I!

Once inside the Progress Energy Gallery, we were greeted by Michelle Astuto Collins and Sergio Vitorio Flores and informed a silent auction was ongoing and would end that night at 9:45pm. Much chatting and perusing followed, and we left having bid on two items. My husband and I went for drinks across the street, a conversation about football and a delicious crab cake later, we were back in the gallery and were going home with one of Sergio's masks and I had won a artist membership to the gallery.

Artist members get advance notice of shows, discounts on gallery fees and purchases, and a link from their site.

Obviously, I need to get in gear:  updating my arty site, uploading photos, and completing both the 3-D house piece I've been puttering on and the two canvases I've begun. I knew, of course, in the back of my head, I wanted to do these things, but I let them get piled under my regular job, paying taxes, washing the dog, feeding the kid, and dozens of other large and small tasks. Now, fate has given me a reason to put artmaking back on the front burner of my life, a subtle conspiring of events that has set me right, saying:  You need to put your energy here.