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That's a quote from one of the pieces of art my Mom gave me years ago. There's a young girl leaning against the back of a piano, a man in a bowler-type hat playing for her while she sings. The whole thing looks vaguely like she's singing in a saloon, and there's a small note tacked up by the piano with the aforementioned quote. Mom said it reminded her of me - as a kid (and still now, for the most part), I'd be singing just as much as speaking.

Mom gave me that piece when I was about 12 - before I'd hit my nasty stride - so hopefully it wasn't that I was singing nasty songs inadvertently that caused her to think of me when she saw it.

I'm thinking about artwork because we're painting the inside of our house this week. Yesterday we prepped for the invasion of our home (7 painters are working on the job, busy bees that they are) by taking down all of our art. The walls look so bare and sad without anything on them. I usually associate that look and feeling with our moves - that bittersweet moment of sadness at leaving one place and hope and excitement about the new place. It's very odd for me to have those feelings without the actual move.

Art. It's what makes your house a home.

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Since I won't have access to my computer later this week, I want to pass along my adoration to all my friends. I love all of you! Special bionic smooches to