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Now that she’s gone, perhaps I can do a little sleuthing.
I catch a small whiff of lunch.
Hamburger, perhaps? I detect a morsel.
Yup. Hamburger. Wonder if she left any further evidence?
Nope, nothing here to eat, er, see, Ollie.
Okay, check for yoursellf.
Wonder what she had to say about us today?
Nothing slanderous, I guess.
What’s going on up here on her desk proper?
Last time we shredded an entire box of Kleenex, she put us outside, so.
If you’re finished over there, Ollie, no need to come over here.
Out here is where she keeps the dogs, but no fun baiting them today. They must be sleeping.
Guess I’ll just hang out here and wait for her to get home. G-day, Ollie.
Whether at home with brother Diego or meeting new friends at the beach, Morrie is definitely a water dog. Once mom put the steps in the pool, it made it even easier to exit. He liked all the new scents at the beach—from babies to bottoms. Oh, Morrie.
I found this much-played-with doll of my youth stuffed into a suitcase at my niece’s house. She had found it in my sister’s attic. I thought it had been lost forty years ago when a tornado hit my parent’s house. Unbeknownst to me, my sister had removed our old toys before the tornado hit. She’s a bit the worst for wear after being played with by two more generations of little girls after me, but her hair, in time’s dreadlocks, looks more up to date than her former perfect curls.
From Talavera pottery to still life with green strainer, the photos below depict the countertops, cupboards and drawers of my kitchen—except for the Pre-Columbian large platter that hangs outside on the wall of my front patio.