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Sunday: sick. playing at ancestry.com and lovingly transcribing my father's mother's father's passport application for travel to Brazil in 1917. When i visited [my father's mother] over Thanksgiving, she showed me pictures of them in Brazil.
Much of Saturday was focussed on the meal for twelve to fifteen: shopping at Ranch 99 on Grant for the first time, impressed with the deal on broccoli crowns, then cleaning the broccoli crowns and finding lots of small areas gone all black and brown and gooey. Less impressed. I also now have lots of glutinous rice flour, having forgotten i had an unopened box when confronted with bags on sale.
What i wrote Saturday:
Mr M came this morning and sat on my chest, purr-purr-purring away. What a sweetie!
The headache from Thursday seems to be back.
It seems that i am writing even more elliptically than can carry my meaning. I suppose it's also possible that i've actually reached a level of writing clear enough that folks feel like commenting, thus the poor communication is evident.
I now dread air travel even more thanks to the idiot trying to turn himself into an explosive. What will the TSA do now? You can't check things you need because of baggage handling theft and simple luggage misrouting incompetence, but carry on becomes more and more of a challenge.
Much of Saturday was focussed on the meal for twelve to fifteen: shopping at Ranch 99 on Grant for the first time, impressed with the deal on broccoli crowns, then cleaning the broccoli crowns and finding lots of small areas gone all black and brown and gooey. Less impressed. I also now have lots of glutinous rice flour, having forgotten i had an unopened box when confronted with bags on sale.
What i wrote Saturday:
Mr M came this morning and sat on my chest, purr-purr-purring away. What a sweetie!
The headache from Thursday seems to be back.
It seems that i am writing even more elliptically than can carry my meaning. I suppose it's also possible that i've actually reached a level of writing clear enough that folks feel like commenting, thus the poor communication is evident.
I now dread air travel even more thanks to the idiot trying to turn himself into an explosive. What will the TSA do now? You can't check things you need because of baggage handling theft and simple luggage misrouting incompetence, but carry on becomes more and more of a challenge.