Trail Guy has used the same Cabela’s commuter mug for more years than I can remember while he was Road Guy. A week before he retired, it fell inside one of his big yellow machines. The handle broke. ONE WEEK before he retired! (Reminded me of the old song called “My Grandfather’s Clock”, but in that story, the clock stopped when the old man died. No, I am NOT calling Trail Guy an old man! Stop causing trouble.)
A few weeks ago, our friend Jonah stopped by the house. He wanted to show me some really interesting pieces he carved from firewood, and he raided our woodpile for more. Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea!
“Hey Jonah, can you carve a new handle for Trail Guy’s mug? I’ll paint something for you in exchange!”
“Sure, I can do that and I’d love a painting – surprise me with something!”
What a guy – look at this handle out of manzanita wood, hand carved by the very gifted and hard working Jonah.
Trail Guy said Jonah runs cattle in the area of the Oak Grove Bridge, which happens to be one of my favorite subjects to paint and draw. The day after Jonah delivered the mug, I began this little painting for him. He doesn’t read my blog, so it will be a surprise. (Don’t tell him if you see him, ‘k?)
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Diane, isn’t that cool? The painting for Jonah is finished, signed, scanned, and varnished, so the next time I hear his truck rumble past the house, I’ll whistle. If he hears me, he’ll stop. You gotta love rural life!
… a little bit of heaven … sweet …
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