Veys mir! Everyone is going to synagogue and I'm out re-building rock sculptures. I'll never get my name inscribed into the Book of Life this way. Maybe I can get it inscribed into the Book of Stone. (As in "You're gonna sink like a stone all the way to Hell.") Alas, my fate, is written in stone. It used to be written in composite resin, and before that it was in amalgam. Such is the progression of life - always improving.
Anyway, I went to Ardmore Ave. and, to my surprise, the sculpture was still standing. Is it possible the miscreants that knock it down have gotten tired of doing so? Or is this a Rosh Hashanah gift? A couple small stones had fallen off from yesterday's heavy rain. I replaced them. Nothing worth a photograph.
I went back to The Oakhill Condos and re-made a couple of sculptures. How do you think they stack up? (That's a rock sculpture joke.) Hey, I didn't say it was a funny joke! Unfortunately, it's one of my better jokes. The rock sculptures are similar to the joke. Just OK, but nothing to write home about. So, I'm done writing.
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