After I missed out on the urns/meaning of life… I was CONSUMED by loss. I have not been so bereft since Mark Markson moved to Florida when I was fourteen. It was MEANT TO BE; and then I never saw him again. It would seem that all life’s crushing blows come in the same format. […]
So. We got another square grand piano. (Here is the first.) Somehow in my world, this is not really a big deal and what I’m actually writing about are the marble slabs that were also headed to the dump. But the piano is how we got there, so I guess requires some explanation.
While watching yet another stranger enter our home and cart off some of our belongings, Paul said – I finally figured it out: that bookcase is clogs. He is referencing a story that my parents love to tell: Shortly before I turned four years old, my parents took me into a shop where I saw […]