A lady with whom I have a nodding/smiling acquaintance accosted me on my walk this morning.
'I haven't seen your mom around for a while,' she said.
'It's been five years since my mother passed away,' I told her.
'Aren't you an artitect (sic)? She had said that her daughter's an artitect. She looks exactly like you.'
Much as I would love to be an artitect/artytect, I respectfully declined.
But there's someone in our complex who's a dead ringer for me!
Maybe I can be a good 'arty'tect.
Especially since I painted a couple of oil paintings in recent months.