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: Tonks knocked one of my terracotta chicken figurines off the kitchen windowsill and into the garbage disposal, where I didn't know it lay until Too Late. I am reasonably sad about this because I've had those chickens on every kitchen windowsill since college, and now there is only one chicken and he is an orphan. In addition, it was not much fun fishing little pieces of ceramic out of the disposal.

: I've been doing yardwork. I'm drenched with sweat. I'm about to consider a "If you can't lick 'em, join 'em" approach to the front yard. Instead of trying to fight grass in the ground cover I'll install some bedding borders and have lawn borders except on the "mounds." Then Juan can mow it every week and charge me more money, but it will be less work for me. I don't mind doing the work but I'm just not able to do as much as I used to and a person has got to adapt.

I mended a lot of the drip system, so maybe I'll turn it back on tomorrow.

: I have made it to 1985 in my scrapbook. I'm on the page in February where we went to Death Valley with the Boswells. This trip is memorable because we came back home and Richard Oman's car had been stolen out of our driveway. The legal morass there --Richard and Pam were in Indonesia-- completely undid the restful relaxation of a Death Valley vacation.


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