On Friday, hauling in cases of wine for the fourth & clay opening party, my rather large rear end bumped the pedestal that John's beautiful menorah "Burning Bush" was displayed upon. I felt it rock, I heard the gentle kur klunk, kur klunk and then it toppled off it's perch and hit the floor. I was devastated, John was devastated and needless to say the piece was devastated. Sometimes I move thoughtlessly through space...this was one of those times . Most of the time I am accused of just being oblivious but this time was a big lesson for me on impermanence, carelessness, sadness and forgiveness on the part of my loving husband . RIP beautiful"Burning Bush".
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That's crazy... it was awesome...tuesday is hannukah... sad....
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