The uncertainty of what is happening is a little trying. Yesterday some friends back east asked me to visit for the Kentucky Derby the first of May. I wanted to go and eight weeks notice is certainly enough time to make plans and a commitment. But since I don’t know at what stage of the process I’ll be, or even where I’ll be living, I had to say no.
I have the assurances of my attorney that things will probably move slowly so it might have worked. I didn’t feel like taking the chance, however, so I’m left here to wait and comfort myself with my “things.”
Like the Duke and Duchess of Nowhere, a rare example of 18th Century bas relief in plastique. By now the reader must think my apartment is filled with kitsch but I really do try to contain it. It only works as an accent to otherwise clean, simple lines.
The ancestral ducal couple preside over the entertainment area.
The complete saga, From the Beginning