Monday, February 20, 2012


The service was lovely, the relatives overwhelming and Grampy dressed up like a mobster for some much needed laughs. I spent time exploring old treasures in the new house, and looking at photos. 


A dream about one of Grammy's hand painted palekh boxes; I was allowed to choose one and I picked green.

It was filled with broken glass and blood.

Analyze THAT.


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