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On the windowsill are the pots that various offspring made from kindergarten to second grade. Most kids made lumpy ashtray things. Mine made lumpy castles and monsters (and ashtrays). One of the pots gets knocked off every day. I don't know why it hasn't broken yet.
Bookshelves were a Christmas present from John when I was in the apartment. This is the third time he has installed them.
Sagan the cat is not allowed on the table. She pretends amazement whenever we attempt to enforce this.
The paintings are part of a series my sister did when she was in art school. I wish she would paint more, but she is currently obsessed with dressage.
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