ah, but for now, they're mine.
Continuing the dig in the basement catacomb in an effort to organize and eliminate where able, working with delicate brushes and tiny shovels, we turn up other finds:On a collected shelf bracket fungi, sometimes called an Artist's Pallete, we found this undated rendering we did of an elephant scratched on the suface of the damp but driable fungus, an object we'd carefully removed from the trunk of a tree in a long ago hike through a woods. (They're found looking sort of like potato chips growing with the in-season-only scratchable surface facing down.) Carbon half-life testing will be required to ascertain the age of this treasure;
A bone brought to us by a scavenging Irish Setter who climbed a 100 foot cliff over Lake Michigan in Port Washington where he lived with his architect 'master.' The intent dog proudly dropped it at my feet, flesh attached, and looked up, tail wagging, expecting praise, & got it. Obviously a good omen, we continue to use it with our largest drum, a soft pad sewed over the business end, cut from a piece of a no-longer-fitting sheepskin coat a wife once gave me - carbon 1/2-life testing also required here;
and lastly, a gourd we grew in 1995, inscribed as follows:
Souvenir
Waukesha Wis.
Yibawean Society
> The value of hair
like the commodity itself
will continue to fall <
David Zep Dix, President for Life, Y.S.
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