Thursday, 9.22.05:
Waiting
My father's in the hospital. I anxiously wait from message to message.
Meanwhile I'm am scanning old photographs -- masters of Hollywood studio photography. Our dealer wants pictures to help his sales. It's tedious -- the photos are all matted and must be taken apart, scanned front and back, then reattached, bagged and labeled -- tedious but mindless. Killing time. Penelope weaving -- heart full of love -- waiting to hear from Odysseus.
The kitchen work is picked up again. Yesterday, Andy painted the ceiling and moved a phone jack. Today, more painting.
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