Piglet doesn’t miss a thing. I hate it when he gets in that window, because I have boxes of files under it, and he trashes them. Trying to convince him he doesn’t need to supervise the neighbors pointless, though.
Day: November 20, 2013
A Bone, A Feather, A Broken Key
The cup holder in my car is full of stuff I’ve picked up off ground. Mostly it’s things I thought I might use in paintings or collages. Yesterday, in the parking lot at work, I bent over to pick up a broken key. A woman walking next to me gave me a dirty look. Maybe she thought I was taking something valuable that wasn’t mine? I don’t think anyone is going to miss the top half of a key, though.
red paper boat 