I want to go here. Immediately. I need to see all of it, including "a 3,500-piece three-ring circus, with a brass band, a tiger cage and acrobats performing before an arena of spectators. But the figures are just inches tall, carved out of wood with a penknife and a jigsaw by Edgar Decker Kirk. Along the curved walls, glass cases display a 500-foot-long circus parade, with 4,000 miniature figures carved by another craftsman, Roy Arnold." That's 7,500 miniature carved circus figures, folks. Speaking of miniature carved figures, I think I am going to sell the 1860 clothespin soldiers I wrote about here. They are in a closet. They want to come out.
Which brings me to the puzzling fact that I really want to clean out my house. I'm in the mood for streamlined and spare. I'm tired of stuff. And yet I keep bringing in all this stuff to sell.
Like landscapes. You wouldn't believe how many old landscapes I have.
And I have banished my cat for the night because she caught a baby rabbit. I got it away from her, and I think it's okay but there will be a next one. She goes berserk when I put a bell on her. She goes berserk when I keep her inside.
How was your weekend?
