Betty’s Kitchen

A friend bought a 1950s stove for her 1950s home and it made me think of Betty. I made some progress on the new collages today.

It was a weird, sleepy day, unseasonably cold. I saw a ton of police on my way to my meeting with Ryan this morning, then didn’t realize until later that Mrs. Bush’ viewing and funeral are held really close to my house, so close, in fact, that I’m surprised I was able to get anywhere at all, but somehow our city is able to mange this just fine.

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