It’s been a pleasure helping these two over the past week. And earning grocery money! Can’t argue with that.
Shelly phoned me this morning before heading up north to spend the weekend with her paramour. That’s her on the far right, 1983ish:
Then I had a call from Joan, whose house was a disaster, she said, because she’s been painting. She just sold this commissioned painting to a lady in British Columbia:
4 ft x 5 ft acrylic on canvas, by Joan Caroline. My sista. I knew her when, so there.
Well, me darlins, I could sit here another hour but Emil is going to sleep in the bed behind me and is kicking me out.