So I spend $5 on the Sunday New York Times, just to be able to sink in detail into the news from our Middle East quagmire.
But I do finally find a use for a sundial given to us by Mark Fleisher, a real estate agent, when we bought a house in Washington, DC, in our pre-Texas days. The sundial is about the size of a dinner plate, with well-rendered oak leaves and acorns circumambulating the intricate upright wedge, also oak-leaf embellished, in the middle. Almost a quarter of an inch thick, it weighs probably 6 to 8 pounds. A quality item, in short; however I always thought it was a diabolical gift. I've never been settled enough anywhere to have it affixed to any surface, never mind to contemplate time as it pushes its shadow-children across my deck. But now I find it makes a great patio paperweight to prevent the NYT from blowing away in the Houston wind.
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