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Today I got my first-ever email from my god-daughter V. First thing in the
morning, though, D almost woke me up as a lay in that hazy state of
wakefulness when you know you don't have to get up yet, and can
fall back asleep. Instead we spoke and she offered the needed
suggestion/solution for what will be my sister K's true gift
(and D will get the one I mentioned previously).
After gradually threatening and growing gray all afternoon, a
light and now steady rain is falling across the Bay Area. These
meteorological turn made it easy for me to postpone
my plans for a visit up to the City, or even to
Stanford for a film. Instead I stayed in, "lounging".
After a while I began cleaning horizontal
surfaces like tabletops. In the bathroom and
kitchen, the floors now gleam. Ventured out and
successfully acquired more Xmas gifts, this time
at "Pep Boys". Later, early evening, a visit to
"Cost Plus" <1>
for stylish, inexpensive imported wrapping papers.
Stray phrase of the day (I think I picked it up from
"This American Life"):
They let anyone be parents
...usually said in a low, grumbly voice
by the children; or in shock by outsiders.
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