Marked Cards

The playing cards arrived today and I started painting them. I was having one of those days where I worry about things, but in the afternoon I started feeling better. Walking in the neighborhood helped, seeing Bobby to wish him a happy birthday helped too, as did painting. “Marked cards,” John said. “That’s cheating.” WhichContinue reading “Marked Cards”

In Which Oranges Are Orange

Last night I came across a box of oranges in front of one of the houses in the neighborhood with an invitation to take some, and even plastic bags conveniently coiled between the ripe fruit for maximum portability. Today my top collectors came to shop my moving out sale, then stopped by the new houseContinue reading “In Which Oranges Are Orange”