Seeing as how I just bought an antique spool cabinet… And seeing as how there may (?) be a limit to the number of these things that any one person needs… I said to myself— I don’t need that. But Self was like – what? No. Erroneous. NOW WE CAN HAVE A COLLECTION. It was […]
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.