Today we signed the final act of sale for our new house in Av. Tahon, by Rouge Cloître. I signed my full name. Long, visible, hard, with ups and downs like a ship in wavy waters. A very giddy signature.
The lady told us that the carps are one metre down, by the bottom of the garden pond, waiting for Spring to arrive. Then they will come up and Georgina will learn how to feed them.
The lady said she would cut down the big tree in the front, it lets too many leaves fall down in Autumn. But we like that tree and cutting it doesn't feel right. A shovel will come in handy. May the tree rain many happy leaves on us throughout the years. A tree is like a limb, you only cut it if you must.
I will have a room to paint all by myself. Visitors will be welcome, but by appointment only. I will let in anyone who comes with a song, or a hug, or a question mark upon their lips. Their lips must be carmine of course! Or mauve.
A house. Imagine!
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