does Art live here?

Well, she's not sure if Art lives here, but she's making a big list of all the pictures in the condo, and (with help) assigning an estimated value to each, getting ready to auction them. So it's been pretty boring around here. For me, anyway.

All the pieces need to be cleaned. Here's what she does. She gets a bucket of warm water and after putting her rubber gloves on, she dips a sponge in it then squeezes out as much water as possible. Then she carefully wipes the back of the picture and the frame. If there's glass on the front of the picture, she wipes it down as well. Then she takes a wad of paper towel. Sprays the glass cleaner on it and carefully wipes all the smoke stains off the glass. The stains make the paper towel a nice brown color. Jim, an art expert in town and an associate of Robyn's has been helping Miriam with the art inventory. Here's a picture of him and me and a sculpture of three voluptuous bottoms that Miriam has taken rather a liking to.



We went out later and saw the attorney. Miriam is now officially the executor of the will, with a piece of paper to prove it. Yaaay! The attorney's name is Robin. She hasn't met me yet. I had to stay in the sock. Probably a good thing. Robin has a dog called Toblerone. And yes, it is dark brown and a bit nutty. Some large panting breed. Uggh. The sort of enthusiasm that could just lick the paint off a ceramic bloke with a pointy hat!