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 “Fling into Spring!” said our high school art
teacher, Janice Thomas to herself as she headed out to pick up some
groceries. “That’s what I’ll call it. Fling into Spring!”
She ear rumpled Woof, her deer pointer (he being half pointer and
half cowdog and the herd instinct didn’t work well on deer, so he
points them now. His tail didn’t work for a week.)
She took off down to the Soup ‘R’ Market and waved to Annette, who
masked up and brought her groceries out to Janice’s car. Yes, even
here.
“What do you think of Fling into Spring, Annette?”
“Love it, Janice,” she said. “That’s why I picked it.”
Janice tried to look puzzled through her mask. “You picked it?”
“You know … for the high school picnic theme this year. I’m helping
with the planning. But you must’ve heard about it.”
“No … I thought it would be a good name for my spring art show …”
Both women stared at each other’s masks, six feet away. [to top of second
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“In that case,” Janice said, “I
could change it, I guess. If the locals made jewelry we could call
it Spring Bling, but that just doesn’t work too well for paintings,
does it?”
Annette nodded. “I know. How about ‘A Sprint to Tint.’?”
Janice started the car. “I guess it deserves a bit more thought.”
“I know!” said Annette. “Brush Strokes for Folks!”
Janice nodded, sadly. Sure will be glad when they get a handle on
this pandemic.
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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