Complacencies of the pajamas, late coffee, and then chocolate cake for lunch.
Peter’s writing a book. I did a few Christmas cards. Stefan is cleaning up the living room so we can walk and he can go to a birthday party. Camille is doing homework, her spelling list: bouquet, dangereusement, orphelin. I made the african fabric balls for baby gifts. The little one is for the cat, not that she looks interested.
I like how your kitty matches your decorating scheme. Very cute! Put some catnip on the ball and she’ll be more interested. Really.
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I think these are the SAME bright yellow chairs we had in China. Can I intrest you in some red slipcovers??? Love the balls and the kitty cat.
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Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
Upon a rug mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.
She dreams a little, and she feels the dark
Encroachment of that old catastrophe,
As a calm darkens among water-lights.
The pungent oranges and bright, green wings
Seem things in some procession of the dead,
Winding across wide water, without sound.
The day is like wide water, without sound.
Stilled for the passing of her dreaming feet
Over the seas, to silent Palestine,
Dominion of the blood and sepulchre.
from Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens
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A lovely warm photo.
ps. I don’t see any dolls. Did they all go to good homes. Is that the end of the line?
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twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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