December 10--Italy, Venice, Relief with Half Figure of an Angel. She looked frozen up there in the dim corner of the church. Way up high where the walls arched into the coeling she nestled in the fan-shaped space. Her wings spread gracefully to each side and her gown lay around her in soft folds. I rolled up Mom's copy of the church bulletin to use as a telescope trying to see her better. It kind of worked. I needed more light to shine up there. Maybe I could borrow the little mirror Mom keeps in her purse. There's that ray of sunlight coming through Saint Peter in the stained glass window of him in a boat with Jesus ready to step out. I could maybe use the mirror to shoot that sunshine up into the angel's dark corner.
What do you want to be that she lights the church on fire? Kids. Hey, I need to go out, broom the snow off the car, and scrape off the driveway before eating, showering and going off to work. Maybe I'll have a few customers today, maybe even three. I'm taking my sewing stuff again to see if I can't lure them in... and I just realized that I forgot to make anything for lunches. Dammit. Guess it's pb&j on flatbread for me with an apple and some carrots on the side. *sigh* I despair.