Table-Talk Tuesday: Nuns, Pixlr Purn, and Baba Yaga.

It is in these moments that cats dream of world domination.

A Moment with the Nun.

On Sunday I met some nuns and their friend, a woman in a fluffy pink coat.

“You really should have a tip jar, you silly little girl” said the woman in the pink coat.

I smiled, lips thin as a shoelace.

The tiny nun at her side looked at me and rolled her eyes.

Galaxy fabric on the train.
Rhubarb – the exhibitionist vegetable.

Just so we’re Crystal Clear

She’s going for new age but looking more Baba Yaga with every visit.

She wore a chain of bells around her hips. She sounded like a sleigh as she hobbled towards me.

“Remember what I told you about the crystal?” she said.

“I remember.”

She pushes up her insect-eye sunglasses and squints at me expectantly.

“Never touch another person’s crystal.” I said.

“That’s right darling. It’s for your own good. Bad energies.” she said, her eyes half lidded.

“That’s right.” I nodded.

“Can we bring our beers in here?” she said, curling her bony hand around a schooner.

Lonely Trees hold each other and reach their hands to the clouds.
Ew – overcast.
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