Saturday evening, March 1st. Most of the day today was a continuation of the sad duty of clearing Dwayne's house. It feels somewhat coarse to be picking over the remnants of a man's life like scavenger birds picking at a carcass. It doesn't seem right, somehow. His stuff should be piled high in a pyre and set alight.
O.K. Enough of the morbid stuff. I am going downstairs in a few mintes and I'm going to varnish my painting. And maybe, just maybe, I'm going to be able to get a start on the new painting.
Keep your fingers crossed, boys and girls.
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"His stuff should be piled high in a pyre and set alight."
Why not do it? That would be one helluva send off, I say. *hugs*
I hope you were able to get your varnishing done.
I'm very sorry you've had to do this...
Hope you were able to dabble a bit on the painting.
Nip on over and pick up your awards dearie.
Cheers
That's always a sad "job" :(
Hope you could kick back at your painting a bit!
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