Friday, September 26, 2008

Ash Friday

Ugh.  Well... I've got the beginnings of something.  

I once had a calligraphy instructor who told the story about a painter who painted and painted and burned her practice paintings.  She had a lot of ashes. . . which was good, because that meant she was doing a lot of painting.   I think she kept the ashes in a clear jar on a shelf somewhere.

So today is what I call an "ash day."   Except that I don't have ashes in a... glass... jar -- oh, wait; now that I think about it, we do have Pickles' ashes in a crystal jar in the garage loft (along with the unfiled John crap and seasonal decorations). 

Muriel continues to be an irritant.
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