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Miss Pearce (Has a Friend)

I mentioned Miss Pearce a few months ago, when she was bequeathed to me along with some other fine art. I have to be honest: I’m only keeping two of the pieces. Miss Pearce and the little girl. I donated the Raphael to Goodwill. And if anyone wants the Renoir, let me know. I’m not a fan of his work because everyone looks like a corpse. I can’t deal with the gray skin tones. I don’t think I need to tell the person who bequeathed me the items what I’m doing with them – after all, this person was my writing mentor, now won’t even read my blog (“Blogs are too personal, and I am not interested in reading self-serving drivel,” or some eye roll-worthy shit like that), and has permanently left the country. But Enough Of That.

Miss Pearce, American, c. 1840

Miss Pearce has her post in the hallway, glancing toward my room evermore. She seems quite mischievous. And her satin dress is silver, which I found out after I scrubbed it down with a gentle cloth. I also cleaned up the gold frame, which is immense and probably worth more than the print.

But who is Miss Pearce? Or – more accurately – who was Miss Pearce?

Some say she was the best friend of the wife of the painter Thomas Sully and was painted around 1840. He was an American painter who lived from 1783 through 1872. Other resources report the painting is American (unknown artist), done around 1840. It’s not difficult to discern the time period of the clothing, but it seems a bit difficult to discern who actually painted her. It seems to be the original is somewhere in Massachusetts, but even that isn’t that definitely known to me. If any of you know more about Miss Pearce and her origins, please leave a comment!

I suppose it will remain a mystery for now. Sometimes a little mystery ads a certain… je ne sais quoi. I like the expression on her face. She is animated and seems to be a tad bored. She has the hint of a smirk and wide eyes, a very light brown shade. Ascertaining her expression is subjective, of course, but we can all agree she’s looking to her left, and something over there has caught her eye. She’s been hanging in my hallway for several months, and frankly, there is nothing of interest anywhere near her, so…I rectified that.

Miss Pearce and her new friend

I will not claim the image she now gazes upon is of the correct time period, but we all know Jamie Fraser is quite familiar with time traveling ladies. He broods in his French finery from Season Two. I think I’ve discussed my affinity for Season Two and its costumes, so I shall not bore you, Dear Reader. I will simply link to my previous blog about it here.

At least now she has something to look at. I pass her by every evening on my way to bed. I wish her a good evening and give her a sideways glance. I’ll have to see if she has an extra twinkle in her eye tonight, now that Monsieur Fraser is next to her. Just as I wish time travel were truly possible, I wish Night at the Museum (Er – Night in Amy’s Hallway?) was also a possibility. I can totally imagine Miss Pearce climbing out of her painting to get a closer look, can’t you? If I hear noises in the hallway, my first guess will be it is Susie playing. If Susie is nowhere in sight, it’s obvious Miss Pearce has hopped out of the painting. Don’t worry, I will check to make sure the painting isn’t blank.

Hmm. This scenario is playing in my mind, turning around, gathering steam and gathering ideas much like an avalanche as it rolls downhill. Maybe Miss Pearce is up for an adventure in a different time and place?

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The Folded Over Tape

I’m celebrating kindness today. Not going all in for the Valentine’s Day fluff, and considering I have been sidelined all week with a diabolical variant (XEC) of the ‘Rona, I am as surprised to be here as you are to see me here.

I found the little piece below in my phone Notes. It’s rather old, but I hope it helps you to see there is still kindness, and sometimes it’s hidden, just waiting to be discovered.

The Folded Over Tape

I opened the hood to put in washer fluid and I saw it. The engine insulator on the underside of the hood chewed through, creating a small opening with a pocket that was mouse-sized. 

I stood there, stunned, weighing my options, which included staring at the damage and not knowing what to do.

“What are you doing?” was the question I heard to my right. I was expecting him for the second opinion on that job that I needed done. Oh, and the new thermostat.

“Well, I was putting in washer fluid and now…” I waved my hands in the general direction of the damage. “Look at this fucking mess! What is this?”

“Mice,” he said casually while he pressed the washer fluid lid. I had already closed the lid. 

“So do I have to get this entire insulation replaced?” My exasperation started to show. Dollar signs flashed and started adding up in my mind’s eye. The second opinion I was waiting for could save me thousands of dollars or possibly just make it worse. And now this.

“Nah. Just put some duct tape on it.”

I was not convinced. My eyes narrowed. 

“Won’t the duct tape melt from the warmth of the engine?”

“Nah.” 

”You’re sure. My engine is not going to catch on fire?” 

“Nope. Just check on it from time to time.” 

That option sounded much better than an entire replacement of the insulation so I made myself acquiesce to the idea of duct tape.

We headed for the house – him with the thermostat and me making a bee line for the duct tape, which is really Gorilla tape, because the store was out of duct tape when I went last time, and I don’t particularly enjoy shopping for duct tape. 

I grabbed the tape out of the junk drawer and mentioned the three figure price that was quoted to me to install a new thermostat that costs less than $50. I worked at finding the end of the tape for several minutes as we discussed the absurdity of a three figure thermostat installation. I finally gave up on the tape, not being able to get the end up and having to shift focus to explain what was found in my electrical box, and what I needed a second opinion on.

He inspected all of the questionable items I was told I needed to replace, and only found that I needed to apply caulk so water would stop leaking inside. I would stop smelling that “wet water” smell on the landing – you know, that smell that is a cross between moldy and mildewy. 

“Just get some caulk the next time you’re out. I don’t have any in my truck.”

I nodded, understanding my assignment. We went back inside so he could look at the estimate from the other company. “Well, this isn’t too bad,” he said mildly as you scanned the first page. 

”Turn it over,” I said, in a monotone.

I prepared myself for the response I knew was coming once that page was flipped. “What?! That’s way too much money. I would do it for half of this, and you don’t even need it. There’s nothing wrong. You just need to put some caulk on the outside so the water doesn’t get in. The electrical box is fine. Everything was replaced with top-of-the-line stuff and you’re not going to need anything.”

“Just caulk.” I reiterated.

“Just caulk.”

I couldn’t fully express my relief, but a $5000 weight was lifted off of my shoulders. He wouldn’t take any money for the thermostat, but I insisted. 

I thanked him and he went on his way, but not before he told me the other company was ripping people off. He wondered aloud if he should be charging that much and gave it a brief thought. “No, I could never do that to people,” he said. I believe it.

The hood of my car was still up. I remembered about the duct tape. Excuse me – the Gorilla tape. I had left it on the edge of the couch so I wouldn’t forget to come outside and repair the damage. And also so I wouldn’t forget to close the hood of my car. I grabbed the tape, ready to try to pry the end of the tape away from the roll yet again. I was preparing the vulgarities in the front of my brain so they could exit out of my mouth much more quickly and then I noticed something as I started fumbling with the role of tape.

The edge of the tape was folded over neatly, about a quarter of an inch, so I would be able to grab it without fighting. I smiled and returned the vulgar language to the back of my brain and headed out to complete my job, grateful for the afternoon’s events. And folded over Gorilla tape. 

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Memories of an Era (Rafa)

I posted this reel on Instagram right after Rafa lost his match in the Davis Cup, which was essentially his last professional match and was also his moment of retirement.

I downloaded the reel, but the music wasn’t available to download so it’s silent. Sing along to whatever tune you choose.

Yes, I know a photo appears twice. I was editing quickly and missed it.

The on-court photos that appear to have been taken by amateurs have been taken by amateurs. Namely, me. The on-court photos with Rafa and Feli López wearing blue shirts and white baseball caps were not taken by me, but were taken by someone who was sitting to my left. That person also appears in this video posing with Rafa in a conference room I reserved. I snapped that photo during the second interview with Rafa which I have not mentioned until this day. You’ll see me kneeling down with my elbows on the table. No, I was not angry. I was very tired.

The closing goodbye you’ll see at the end of this video, as well as a similar variation in the previous video, is paraphrased from something Rafa signed for me all those years ago. I will never forget it.

¡Vamos, Rafa! Por siempre.

I have about a thousand photos, but obviously they wouldn’t fit here

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Dollar Store Book Haul

I found myself at the dollar store this week, and it’s a really nice one. By that, I mean they have notebooks. I go through notebooks like people go through tissues. That’s just how it works when I work. Now is the time to get the notebooks because now it is back to school season. They also have 2025 calendars out, and although all of these things used to be one dollar, now they range from $1.25 to $1.50. One cool thing I know about the dollar store is there’s a little section of hardback and paperback books. I don’t know where these books come from, but they’re not books I’ve ever heard of. Yet, sometimes, you can find a real gem. For $1.50, it’s worth the splurge. If you’ve been to the book section of the dollar store, you know you have to dig through all of the titles and there are numerous duplicates, so digging is mandatory. I know you’re not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but I always do. If the cover is iffy, I read the title next. If I still can’t get a grasp, I open it up and read the first couple pages. That’s how I decide if I want to purchase a book or not, or even if I want to borrow one from the library. So here I am in the little bookshelf of the dollar store sifting through all of the books when I find one that raises my eyebrow. The cover is absolutely hilarious – Telenovela style. The title is even better – The Good Girl’s Guide to Rakes.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t even crack it open to see what it was about. It’s evident to me that it’s a users’ guide aimed at women who may not be familiar with garden shed tools. Sometimes people don’t know the difference between a rake and a hoe and it’s very important to be able to discern the difference. I decided this useful manual was necessary for purchase and plopped it into my cart.

See what I mean? How could I leave this – the only copy left – to sit on the shelf?

The second book didn’t have an impressive artistic cover, but it was hard back, which I always find curious. I always take off the jacket and look at the naked book. It’s red. I put on the jacket and read the synopsis. I read a few pages and decided it wasn’t really speaking to me, but for $1.50, what did I have to lose?

The second book. The most exciting thing about it is the book itself is red. I’ll give it a chance.

As I was rummaging through the rest of the books, I saw it. “Ooh la la!” I said in the aisle, but no one was around to care.

There it was, standing tall amongst the shorter books. The title got me: All Signs Point to Paris. Its dark navy paperback cover with slightly shiny copper type face and its deckled edge pages were not the usual find at the dollar store. I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath. Reading the synopsis wasn’t necessary, although I did it. Reading the first few pages wasn’t necessary, although I did it. It’s a memoir, somehow astrology is involved, destiny, Paris and some dude. Well, that’s my kind of book. Plopped it right into the cart and continued on my way.

The design of this book is very well done. Kudos to the designer. The original price was $19.99, and its publishing house is well known.

I returned home and sorted through all of my dollar store finds. That’s always the most fun part – picking each item out of the bag and saying to yourself, “I am so pleased I found a bundle of two rolls of Scotch tape for $1.50. Let them eat cake, I have name brand Scotch tape.”

I put the books aside for later because I wanted to pay extreme attention to every detail. I wanted to sniff them, look at their pages, read the publication details and all that fun stuff that book nerds do.

When I finally sat down with the three books, I saved the best for last. I already know the difference between rakes and hoes, and I’m not too keen on the second book, but I will give it a chance. There is a red book underneath that jacket, so maybe it’s more exciting than I think it will be.

I carefully opened the Paris book, making sure not to bend the cover or wrinkle the first few pages. Book nerds will know this ritual. I got a few pages in and found the most delightful surprise. A night sky with stars. Again, kudos to the designer as well as kudos to the publisher who spent a pretty penny on this book. Sidebar: I am not a fan of ereaders, and this is why. There’s nothing that can replace the tactile feeling of a book in your hand. And when it’s designed well, as this one is, there is absolutely no competition between this and an ereader. None.

Starry, starry night…

I started reading this after my jump rope session yesterday, which by the way is kicking my butt. But I sleep soundly afterwards, as if I’ve been at the beach all day, sleeping in the sun and frolicking in the ocean. Nevermind most of it consists of me trying to skip for more than 30 seconds at a time without crashing and cursing.

I’ve got some stuff to do today, so I will revisit the book later. As most of you know, I often write about Paris here on my blog. The Olympics are getting underway and I’m seeing all of these images of the Eiffel Tower lighting up at night, as well as the recent full moon captured in the Olympic circles on the Eiffel Tower. What perfect timing then, than to read this book?

“Je suis prête.”

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