Sometimes you just ask and —wham!— you get. On occasion, even way more than what you expected.
For example, yesterday I looked at a menu and ordered key lime pie (I was at Key West’s Blue Heaven, so it was sort of a must).
Not even that piece of pie could distract me from the vibrant art on the table so I asked the waiter after the artist who did it.
“Sure, Carrie Disrud, she lives a block away from here”, he said. “She’ll be happy to see you”.
Minutes later, I was knock knock knocking on Carrie’s door. Her husband Tom, a tall warm person, led me to the artist, who was grooming her dog.
After the initial greetings and hugs, I asked: “When did you know you were an artist?”
“When did you?” she countered.
I confessed that I’m not, but can surely be described as a very enthusiastic obsessive/compulsive amateur.
Then she uttered words of wisdom: “The best place to start is now”, so we did.
I just happened to have shreds of torn paper (heavy, watercolor, archival grade, of course) in my bag.
We colored and glued them on a square of blank stock while my friend Debbie took pictures of the house, as unique as Carrie’s art.
A couple of hours later, after eating a masterful pizza baked by Tom, I left with our joint effort.
It is called —of course— The Best Place to Start is Now.
So just ask for pie. Your life might suddenly change.
