
I bought a box of sugar cubes a few days ago and it's been wonderful to "faire" a few "canards" whenever I feel like it-- turns out: mornings mostly. Wondering about them
this morning computer suggested that there were surely sugar cubes at the boston tea party. I replied that there must have been cubes, but that they might have been ice-cubes and lemon slices in the iced-tea of the time, and that I couldn't recall exactly. (I also thought of Fourier's lemonade ocean, but didn't mention it)
Yesterday I found a Bob Cobbing note tucked away in a book about animal walks:

and today when coming back to look after clumps and lumps and klontjes, I found what might be another, but not quite:

please contact me and tell me what the picture says
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