no longer in the shadow of the volcanoes. Outside the rhododendrons blooming in the amazonian backyard, sunshine, sweet air.
the fruit thief proceeds, for the first time in his narratives? (mmm?) at the leisurely pace previously found in the essays slow and
Sunday Birthday wishes pouring in from all corners. Still on Bill Stakem's list, alas. Nicholas from Bogota and Cécile from Paris.
Debating about whether to urge Phil to buy an EV immediately. Probably not. His nephew drove from WVa to help him get his computer to work once more. Only an hour and fifteen minutes drive. Phil wrote him a check for $13,000. so he could buy a house. The two of them can figure out how to take care of Phil from here on out. John's suggestions are higher end, get involved with charitable giving. More like mine. Phil won't do that either. Can't teach an old dog new tricks.
Here we have Carole and Ken coming at 2 which will be great. Rainy day, heavy rains in the night.
Been crafting my new signature-seal, having gone jealous over Bert's beautiful one he left on the invoice here on the table.
Feels like we will sign on to that med cruise tomorrow if they have a cabin for us. Might be too late.
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