Is that a nun in your attic...?

The moving truck comes in one week. They do not pack attics. Today we spent hours vomiting the contents of our attic of dubious accessibility into...well, the rest of the house. I had no idea all that stuff was up there. I spent the rest of the day consolidating the piles of attic crap, and loading the jeep with donations to the thrift shop.

In the midst of it, I found a treasure.

Inside the jacket of a record (those big, round, shiny black things old people used to listen to in the dark ages prior to the invention of ipods) was a story about a nun in Brussels (whose singing was on the record). And tucked in behind the story were four little watercolors she painted. They are simple and lovely, economic in stroke of pen and brush. Precisely what one imagines a nun would do with ink and watercolor. The subjects are taken from her daily life: the beams inside the nave; the exterior of her church; a nun sitting at table, in prayer; another nun at work.

I am thoroughly charmed.

I cannot wait to reach my destination and have my little nun watercolors framed.