"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeng!" "Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeng." Does anybody really like the sound of a phone ringing these days? My cell phone rang Wednesday with one of two good friends catching me, mid-step, at the gym."Hello?" "Hey, want to go to the auction with us? We're heading there right now." "Um, I'm at the gym right now. Isn't it a mite early?" "Yeah, auction doesn't start until 6pm." "Oh, I could make it closer to then." Five hours later, I started bidding on this:An hour later, I walked out with it. It is titled "Mamuut Red" by George Khubua, who is a Georgian (as in former Soviet Republic of Georgia) artist. It's painted in oil on canvas.When I got it home, I discovered a little stash of guilt, tucked behind the frame. Not gilt. Not geldt. Not anything of value, just guilt. Why? At $60, it's hardly likely to crash the budget.
I feel guilty because I have worked to maintain a household that I can walk away from on a moment's notice. I have endeavored not to fill the holes in my life with "stuff" that will never be satisfying. I've curried the notion that I had no commitments and remained foot-loose and fancy free.Some of you may know that currently, I don't have a bed where I live. There is also no couch. I haven't had the sense to buy a set of flatware, glasses that match, more than three dinner plates or a can-opener that isn't second-hand. Yet two nights ago, I bought this painting. I do like an uncontrollable smile, though, at least once a day. Don't you? Don't we all like a little visual on happiness? This little red piano makes me smile. I wish I hadn't been sucked in by it, because it is what it is which is something I'm responsible for. I think if I could stop feeling guilty, I might smile more.