My aunt reports:
crankygrrl and I took the express bus this morning because there was a giant fire just west of us and the streetcars weren't running. Word on the bus had it that the photo store and the antique store were completely destroyed, which saddens me. Mostly, I admit, I'm worried about the handmade ice-cream place next to them.
Good weekend. Limited progress on A Suitable Boy. My grandmother fell over (again) and hit her head, not seriously but there was blood all over the place. Falling never seems to faze her much, luckily -- I assume it's all the practice she got figure-skating in her youth.
Hello AllThey're still eating better than me. Although I did bring my lunch today, first time since forever. I have bought a new bag as part of my continuing campaign to only carry one damn bag with me. We'll see how it goes. My uncle pointed out that the contents of bags expand to fill the space available, which is oh so painfully true, but is it really so much better to carry around a tiny little urban-warrior purse and a giant tote bag? I think not.
Today for lunch we had a selectione of bagel sandwiches: smoked salmon, cream cheese and cucumber; and toasted ham and Brie. Also, chocolate cake with candles, because it is Dan's birthday. Admired butterflies--a flock of white and some Monarch--in the garden.
Dan is working on R's pass-through. John is wiring.
David is off recovering from the move. (He said they'd enrolled so many people to help that he figures it would cost more on pizza and beer than hiring a professional mover.)
Cheers, H
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Good weekend. Limited progress on A Suitable Boy. My grandmother fell over (again) and hit her head, not seriously but there was blood all over the place. Falling never seems to faze her much, luckily -- I assume it's all the practice she got figure-skating in her youth.