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This is the last day of our summer holiday. It is raining and the frogs are calling in the yard. They are going mental, as a matter of fact. The word for the season would be socialise. Because we have had more visitors and have visited more people in this past week than in the last maybe million years? I bought clogs in the sales and I've been wearing them with my opera jacket (remember I showed a picture of what my mama was going to buy me for Christmas). I have a dear friend visiting with me, her son done got heself in a REAL pickle. And, selfishly, I am mainly pleased because I get to spend time with her because she lives in the country, and I live in the city, and her son is nearer to me than to her, so she's staying with me. And I am selfishly pleased about that. Only by that aspect though. I am cranky her son is in trouble because it is worrying her. And I don't like that she's worrying. But, of course, you would be. So anyway...
I went to the beach today, with my mama. Like the old days, when I was a child. It rained on the beach. Everybody's hair went curly.
Today is Orthodox Christmas (I think). I should put a card in Nancy over the road's letterbox. I bet my cat, Holiday (who spends all of her time on Nancy's front verandah these days) is even more morbidly obese tomorrow than usual, what with Nancy's penchant for cooking osso bucco FOR THE CAT BECAUSE ALL OF HER GROWN CHILDREN HAVE MOVED AWAY AND HER RECIPES ARE ONLY FOR A MINIMUM OF SIX FREAKING PEOPLE. So that's why my cat hangs there. Holiday!
I went to the beach today, with my mama. Like the old days, when I was a child. It rained on the beach. Everybody's hair went curly.
Today is Orthodox Christmas (I think). I should put a card in Nancy over the road's letterbox. I bet my cat, Holiday (who spends all of her time on Nancy's front verandah these days) is even more morbidly obese tomorrow than usual, what with Nancy's penchant for cooking osso bucco FOR THE CAT BECAUSE ALL OF HER GROWN CHILDREN HAVE MOVED AWAY AND HER RECIPES ARE ONLY FOR A MINIMUM OF SIX FREAKING PEOPLE. So that's why my cat hangs there. Holiday!