In the midst of the work and all of the hoopla, in the midst of the cold and snow (yes, snow), I took off on a Sunday afternoon. I had purchased a big sheet of stiff watercolor paper and I opened the window and I used oil pastels to draw the window that stares at me from across the street. I have no idea who lives there but from time to time they have screaming fights. In this little town it is impossible to clear your throat without everyone else hearing you. Loralyn bought a lovely old frame and she had it framed. I didn't see it until I returned a few months later with my mother. It now hangs in the living room along with some nudes (which seem to distress half the world) that my friend Annette sent me from Massachusetts and some various and sundry old photographs we found at the flea market.
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