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Sigh - almost finished clearing out soon-to-be-Mother-in-law's apartment. She's tolerating the nursing home, and we're ferrying her books to her bit by bit, but much of the sculpture has had to be thrown out. Luckily, the woman documented everything - I mean, she has correspondence with the CBC from the 1940s (they accepted her radio play, The Unequal Male), and with Buckminster Fuller from the '60s or '70s.
My parents are in town and took her electric keyboard over to my brother - she'd offered it years ago, but it finally got to him, and he phoned to say it was perfect for rehearsal (and as an emergency substitute for his Fender Contempo, currently in the shop).
Himself is going to the Comic Book Fair tomorrow, and I'll be tossing the last few bits and pieces. We may or may not make it to Cal's baptism tomorrow.
(Edit) Hey, look at my mood icon! I'm The Question!
My parents are in town and took her electric keyboard over to my brother - she'd offered it years ago, but it finally got to him, and he phoned to say it was perfect for rehearsal (and as an emergency substitute for his Fender Contempo, currently in the shop).
Himself is going to the Comic Book Fair tomorrow, and I'll be tossing the last few bits and pieces. We may or may not make it to Cal's baptism tomorrow.
(Edit) Hey, look at my mood icon! I'm The Question!
