Today I returned from making charcoal in Falmouth and got to work making a few design changes in the hoop houses (finally, after 4 hours, I finished...and they're beautiful). As I was trimming some wood strips with the circular saw, my neighbor's brother approached. "I brought you something," he said, and handed me a set of very pretty lacquered chopsticks. (Note: there are 2 sizes in the box, not sure whether these are for my hair or whether he was angling for a dinner invitation? And if the latter, who gets the bigger chopsticks?) "For the woman who has everything," he said. Um, yeah....more like the woman who is trying to get rid of everything. Oh, the irony.
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