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A drop of peach juice hung from Thalia’s chin. She scribbled her index finger across her forehead. “Mhmmmm…. mmmm.”
Urania handed the Muse of Wit a napkin. “What are you doing?”
“I’m making a mental note. Haven’t you seen Typist write with imagination?” Tal set the unasked-for-napkin down, captured the stray juice droplet with her thumb, and popped it between her lips. “Almost every piece of un-ripe fruit Typist buys at our regular grocery — peaches, plums, pears — ripens to perfection on our countertop. That doesn’t always happen with fruit from other stores. There’s a method — picking at the right time, temperature control, and who knows what else? Our produce manager’s got it going on!”
“And you’re making a note to send a note? Or… to stop at the service desk to pass along our appreciation?” Calliope asked.
Through a mouth full of peach Tal replied, “Exactly!”
Words from Typist:
I did not purchase standard markers yesterday… I bought watercolor markers. Thirty-six colors! Together we are on a learning curve of creation.
I also figured out how to scan my physical drawings into computerized PDF images.
Here’s an example of yesterday’s practice. Don’t mind Tal’s crazy eyelashes… I learned that even a fine point marker is too thick for facial features. Onward! We’ll be in 3mm t-shirts before summer’s end. 🤩