Saturday, April 12, 2003

Taking a short break from tiling the floor (while waiting for the primer to dry). It's a beautiful day here in the Catskills, not quite warm yet, but clear and crisp and tasting of spring. Our new deck is outrageous, the dogs are thrilled to have another door where they can get outside, and I am pleased that the railing and gate means they are still safely contained.

My friend who died was cremated and had no memorial service. Perhaps she eventually will have a formal internment, and I'll write more on that if it does take place. She worked at a factory where American flags are manufactured, and she ran the machine that produced them. So this, from my collection, is for her.

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