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Amidst all the sturm and drang of moving house, a bright thing happened out of the blue...
Skipper and I had such a short time to triage so many layers of memorabilia, sentimental trash to most, that we carted house to house – some 'antiques', hundreds and hundreds of favorite books, literally going back to the Bobsey Twins on Blueberry Island, ditto, VHSs and DVDs, some recorded from…Continue
For years I tried to ignore it... the towering mess, the computer wedged beside the scrumpled mouse pad, half buried under unpaid bills, important notes!!! concerning plots now forgotten, recipes for endive soufflee, the printer shoved teetering half off the side of the rickety card table, with the one, threatening to collapse leg, since like forever, that I used as a desk - itself an over-spill from…Continue
This morning, the 19th of May (already?) I turned myself into a female Golum, by doing what I love, second best--- playing in mud, aka dragging out the crusty tile cutter, battered and rust stained, the diamond wheel turned to zircon wheel, smoking and fuming after myriad uses. The reason for my muddy estate, frizzy mud-drizzled hair, smeared glasses and a wet mucky swath striping down the middle, forehead to toes, thanks to the wheel's back wash, was due to my addiction to…Continue