Tom had called me outside in the morning to look at some paint colors. I was still in my pajamas. But I ran out, hoping no one would walk by. Suddenly Margy appeared, along with Wynn, her sweet long-haired dachshund. I had been wanting to meet her for months. She lives right across Candelaria. I told her I had heard about her art, and she asked me if I’d like to visit her studio. Right now. So I ran with her down the alley and across the street. (Still in my pajamas.) What a treat it was to meet her and see her work! But I didn’t have my glasses with me, and when I stepped on Wynn I knew it was time to run home. She has a show opening here in June.