Annie picks up pieces of wood around the property and fashions them into knives and spoons and such. She showed up today with her latest effort.
"It's a butter knife," she declared.
I took these pics of the thing.
Do you think there's a market for such things? —For these carvings, I mean.
Every time I turn around, Annie's making something—yogurt, cheese, bread, furniture, paintings, drawings, and whatnot. One time, she painted a "bunny" that ended up on some stamp for the Cancer Society. No, maybe it was a goose. Some kinda goofy animal. Won a prize.
When she worked at the USGS, she drew in "Bauer's Canyon" on the map, right where my folks live here in the Santa Ana Mtns. It took. Now, all the maps show "Bauer's Canyon." Check it out.
Did I ever tell you about my bro Ray's invention for hang-glider pilots? No? It was a thing you dropped to determine the wind direction. After he died, these Europeans came around, trying to nail down the right to his invention or something. Don't know what ever happened to that. Doesn't much matter now.
