on the way home i saw a plaque which i have missed consistently for months.  there is a labyrinth in the methodist church across from the museum of fine arts.  i could, maybe, labyrinth walk on the regular.  i was longing for that.  somehow, i just didn't think there were any here.

when i get home, feed the cat, check the mail, heat up leftovers, watch vampires of pittsburgh, i'm also scrolling around the internet.

[information you need]  when i was a kid, i carried a purse.  it was a thing, five years old, six years old, purse.  purple patent leather.  purchased at woolworths.  not the small neighborhood one.  the giant fancy one in the heights.  i think it may have fallen apart.  but for the last few years, i've been thinking about that purse.  and i really want it's replacement.

so, i'm on one of those auction sites, just casually.  there it is.

i hope it's really purple.