Still

Emily is sick. I took advantage of her stuffy nose to eat my tuna helper sans complaints.


Today was a "gently falling snow" kind of day. It seemed last week that winter was making a puddly retreat, but it's come back slowly last night and all day today. I am beginning to feel as though I've been living in the cold for years.

During lunch I sauntered over to the new Utrecht (art supplies) location on Wabash for printing paper. They're having a "re-opening" piaza* with cookies, much, I imagine, to the vexation of Blick (other art supplies) one block down on State.

"Are you mainly a painting person or drawing?" asks the cashier.
"Um." I think maybe she is asking in regards to the paper. "Printmaking?"
"I don't think we have a bag for that," she says, so she gives me the "painting" bag: a canvas Utrecht shopping bag filled with useless promotional things. I get a few sample tubes of various paints, two 3-inch ruler keychains, and 7 erasers.

I handed them out to my class. Perhaps Utrecht thinks we make a lot of mistakes?


*If you're confused, I just made that word up.