A small needlepoint piece of
a witch riding her broom across a full moon was sent to my niece in Florida – but never
arrived. I didn’t insure it, just put it
in a brown envelope and sent it off. I
haven’t lost anything I've sent in the mail in a very long time, so this is
baffling and aggravating.
It’s cool and damp this
morning but supposed to be crazy hot tomorrow, the Grand Fourth, with a chance
of thunderstorms in the evening. Bummer. We’ve got two guests coming over, will serve
potato salad and cole slaw and watermelon and like that things for a light supper, then walk
next door to the park to watch fireworks.
I hope.
My niece sent me a lovely
ancient piece of vellum that was a page in an Italian antiphonal to see if I
could get it authenticated and perhaps valued.
So far, no good, but I’ve got a few more places to inquire. I have a feeling there’s a mystery plot in
this situation somewhere.
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