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  • Yesterday, I invited ML over to dinner. She's my mother-in-law, but ML stands for Mary Louise, and ML is the name she goes by. She's 90. I picked her up, brought her home, and made my "famous" bouillabaisse. Everyone loved it, ML said it was the best yet, complex, interesting. (It was good, if I do say so myself!)

    After dinner, we sat and talked. They drank wine, and then beer. Because of my health issues, I cannot (do not) drink.

    I drew instead, my entertainment, my finger exercises. Keith read poetry to us. He is an excellent reader, expressive but not not overly so, no falsely rising voice. Face time. No television.


    I wonder how may portraits of Keith I must make before they look truly good. If ever. Have I got enough lifetime left for 10,000 hours of art, poetry, fiction and nonfiction?


    Hubby Keith reminds me that the paper is made of bananas!
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