There’s a truck that I sometimes see on my walks back from Central Square, painted pink and covered in painted doodles of… beetles, I think (I don’t have a terribly good visual memory, and I haven’t taken a picture of it). I do remember that on the back it’s emblazoned with the slogan “Art is Cheap.”

This weekend we made art to hang on the kitchen wall that cost about thirty dollars, and thusly does it look.

Three small square canvases, covered in acrylic, patterned after the creative stylings of a certain highly artistic medical student I happen to know. It wasn’t the only painting going on this weekend, either. There was also the matter of the Easter eggs Jo insisted on dipping and crayoning last night after I introduced her to the only movie I will never get tired of watching.

I wish I was feeling less queasy (I think the Thai food I had for lunch is interacting strangely with the latte I drank immediately afterwards), because it’s just been a wonderful weekend, sunny and gorgeous, and I’d love to tell you more about adventures in Lahori cooking (Lahore is my grandfather’s city), discovering that you can west coast swing to some surprising music, and the woman at the antique store with the astonishing snort.

But I’m too tired, so take a gander at this beautiful face instead, and meet me here tomorrow.

(I don’t think Jo’s excitement about Hedwig matched my own deep love, but I can live with that.)