Good morning.
It's Judy again sitting in at the keyboard with the latest on our backyard icon.
Back in the late 1980's and early 1990's, when we lived in Mexico, we accumulated many objects to which we became attached.
This was after disposing of a houseful of things in the U.S. before moving to Mexico.
We swore we would not attach ourselves to "stuff" ever again.
Right!
The Monja (a stylized figure of a nun) was a birthday gift to me from Bruce one year.
When it was time to return to the states we couldn't leave her behind.
She has spent three decades in the outdoors of Arizona, winter and summer.
This year she was near disintegration and something had to be done.
She came into the corner of our kitchen and lay across a card table and waited for rehab to begin.
The very rough spots were worked over with a wire brush and an emery board.
Then a thin layer of "patio paint" was applied to her face and thick layers of the paint to the large cracks in the body.
This was repeated again and again.
Yesterday she was ready to leave the house.
She's back on her base in the sun.
For another three decades?
