odds and ends

Here is something you don’t want to find in your house:

Yes, we found it in ours.  Out in the studio.  Nasty, eh?  Had to replace the whole box.  Glad we caught it.  Knocking on wood.

Here’s something I found in my mail two days ago:  notice the crown??  Cool.

I’d written Mr. Brown a little note (Misty – don’t bust a gut.  I can’t help it that I’ve written a bunch of letters lately) because I had been horribly uncomfortable about the Resolute pen/basket of non-PAL movies debacle, and I felt like I – as an American – needed to apologize and assure all of Britain that we do have manners and we do treasure our allies.  So they wrote me back: “Cheerio, old thing.  All’s right, what?”  I note that Mr. Brown had someone write this for him.  Someone quite correct, I expect. (I hope it wasn’t disrespectful, jotting down notes to self on the envelope . . .)

And here’s something I find in my living room, especially during conference:

The man I love, doing his ancient alchemy of feather and thread and bead and hook.

It does look like an ancient art, doesn’t it?  Like drawers of spices or small blocks of wax or packets of herbs.

He throws them back, you know.  Not the flies.  The fish.

Okay.  So that was pretty short, huh?