This has been a good St. Patrick's Day for me. I was working at the gallery space in Tequesta today and in walks Burt Reynolds and a couple buds of his. I try very hard to be cool and not stumble my words, but am floored when he says he wants to buy a pair of my shoes. I say coyly, which ones the red or the pink? The reds he says, and points to the framed giclee print, and then proceeds to hand me the money. I think I should receive an Oscar for how cooly I handled this transaction, cuz inside I was a freakin' mess. He then walked around the gallery and purchased a photo from another artist, which he proceeded to give to one of his friends. How nice was that? As they were leaving I shook his hand and said it was a pleasure meeting him and the other gentleman. His friend who got the photo leaned over to me and said, you know that is Burt Reynolds, and I ever so quietly say, oh yes.
Not so good a day for my grandson Mason. As he was tumbling off the changing table again, Melissa caught him, but not before his head scraped the hinge of the closet door. Blood everywhere and EMT's on the way. Pediatrician used glue to put him back together and he is fine. His parents though have probably sprouted a few gray hairs. Boys - nuf said.