And here you are talking about writing desks.

As we do!

I know I've told this story before, but for the record...

Jacqueline texted me saying "I've found a little writing desk and I think I want it."

Me: "Is it a roll top secretary? Do we really need a writing desk? We've gotten a lot of furniture."

JZ: "It's just a little writing desk but I love it. If I had this writing desk I'd feel like Winona Ryder in Beetlejuice."

Me: "Hmmm, that is pretty persuasive..."

JZ: "But! I'd also feel like Winona Ryder in Little Women."

Me: "Okay, clearly a double Winona means you have to have it."

And she got it. And she loves it.

And here you are talking about writing desks.

::loves shrift::

I also completely adore that JZ actually used the word "ululating."

Awwww. Will she be set atop the double Winona?

Damnit, David.

It’s a cylinder. 2” radius & IF the h of the interior vessel is 9”h(which I think not, I think it is 4”, cap is extra inches)= pi radius^2 x h= 3.14x4x9=113ish.

(And the damnit is because I could not NOT solve this math problem, and, yeah.)

The calculator is for interior volume. I expect those listed container dimensions are exterior measurements.

I’ve left a voicemail for my stepmother. When she calls back I will ask her for some details about my Dad’s urn.

I would like to be made into bling and ink.

Seems fitting.

David, your words about the tapestry and then Einstein undid me and are so beautiful. Having that space where people can commune with Jacqueline's presence out of time is a lovely thought.

Being here tonight is... yeah.

Awwww. Will she be set atop the double Winona?

Yes, she would.

Thanks for the math, sarameg! Plus appendix by dcp.

And now Jacqueline. It’s not fair.

This is where I’ve been stuck. For weeks. It’s not fucking FAIR. I feel like a little kid stomping my feet in a tantrum, wailing about how it’s just not fair.

Also, urn math is beyond me. I can’t figure volumes.