But then found them again, with help from friends. By train, bus, car, and bicycle, we gathered on the dead glass shore, where the shards of yesteryear continue to amaze and puzzle us. 
I’m guessing, wildly, that this is from Before-My-Time. That curious not-childproof top. That cobalt blue. That name. Today, it’s the Department of Health & Mental Hygiene, which actually sounds more old-fashioned. Sort of Victorian, Graham floury, and hydrotherapy-ish. Actually, I could use some mental hygiene. There’s a lot of old lumber up there. Should take some time off and clear it out. I'll be taking the turkey cure. With plenty o' gravy.
3 comments:
What a wonderful morning, thank you thank you, thank you!
Well at least it's lumber in your noggin, not particle board. I'm afraid that's what I'm working with. Looks like a good book, anyway. Enjoy the gravy!
That was a grand outing! Thanks so much for including us in the glassy glory.
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