Know what this is? Well, first of all, it currently could be called Dusty Ephemera, as it sits on our bookcase holding up smaller and less blue bits that might be referred to as Dusty Ephemera's smaller and less blue cousins. Dusty used to live in our desk drawer. Unfortunately our lovely blondish colored woodmade desk did not fit into our slightly less recent apartment and the last time I dared look at it on the side of Mason Street where we left it, hordes of skaterboys were using it as a device on which to skate on. Oh well, may we all have a life as interesting and varied as that desk.

Before Dusty lived in our long lost but never forgotten desk, (the drawer part of the desk, interestingly enough sits just outside our current apartment's back door) he lived in the apartment we used to have on Potrero Avenue which was just yucky. We tried to paint the apartment, and had much success in the kitchen but not so much in the other crumbly-walled and floor sinking rooms. One day I will share with you a picture of that kitchen. And that stove! That stove, in that yucky apartment, was the best, best stove I had ever used. It was a Wedgewood. It was white-enamel. It had a cast iron stove top. It had what could only be called charisma. We used to have a stove with charisma, now we have a stove that you don't have to light by hand whenever you wanted to make a casserole or lasagna or a chicken.

But back to Dusty. Before Dusty lived on Potrero Avenue, where one could get coffee made by attractive older Argentinians or perhaps attacked by the untrained, large, bored dog that lived downstairs, Dusty lived in the always well organized and appealing collection of pretty things that resided at Clare and Abner's house.

One night, more than half a decade ago, I was visiting the Nolan household and there was some..drinking going on. I had already decided I was getting married although at this point I am not sure if I had told David about this. More importantly, I had just told Clare and she got out this little blue book that now goes by the name Dusty and started to write down ideas for our upcoming and possibly unexpected wedding for some members of the party.

Some of the helpful suggestions in this little blue book include in Clare's catholic school handwriting such things as:

Cafe Fanari?
Doing Something?
Not Sitting Still?
Boxing?
You Can't Do That!
Mudwrestling.
Romantic.
Washing Dishes.
Anything.