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various

We walked in the morning, we walked in the afternoon. My SAT prompt scored out, and I couldn’t be more pleased. I wrote a letter to my gentleman friend in Arcata who, it turns out, is 87. He likes meat and potatoes, good soda or beer, and lemon merangue pie. He was telling me how… Read More »

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shocking: British goods at Safeway

Last night we walked over to Safeway at dusk, a special trip for normal things. For example, almond extract. And the cottage cheese I love, Knudsen, which is the only cottage cheese worth eating, bar none, and it’s not sold at my usual places. And some epsom’s salt for long baths. They say it’s supposed… Read More »

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cookings

After such an angry morning, I have had the most lovely day. I made this wonderful lentil dish for dinner, a variation of this rice and lentils dish, doubled, with jalapenos, garlic, lentils, rice, tomatoes, onions, lemon juice, curry powder, olive oil, salt, and pepper. It’s so good, hot but not too hot. And then… Read More »

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advice

When you want to say “cute” but you’re afraid the person will take it wrong like you’re being condescending, you can say “endearing.” Commenting on people’s blogs lately, I find myself wanting to say “I loved this” but wondering if I should be more specific because the person won’t believe me. SAT scoring should end… Read More »

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allergic

Every time I cook some jalapenos for Erik, I start sneezing and get this deep cough, like jalapeno fumes are toxic to my lungs, and my left eyelid has swelled strangely. So I am going to lay off the jalapenos. We took our car into the mechanic for new tires this morning, and a turn… Read More »

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gas tank

Today I drove us to the library. I had a wonderful memoir to pick up–it was the last day they would keep it on the hold shelf for me. It’s pure poetry, and I admire it–another memoir with food–The Language of Baklava by Diana Abu-Jaber. But this is more rich and real a world–Toast was… Read More »

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emotional depth

Slept in two hours this morning, lovely. It stopped raining as the weather report said it would. Dreamed I was having a conference with a student who had turned in a horrible paper. Whole sections were just copied from the internet, and he didn’t even bother to fix the font. I was trying to explain… Read More »

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dinner: Andy Nguyen’s II

Today I drove us to vespers, and we glimpsed a chicken at the place where we always see chickens. Only the white one was to be seen. My dear P gave me a hug for Easter. Jesus’ picture was all decorated with flowers on the altar. And more people than usual were present. It was… Read More »

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peppers

This morning, I drove a bit, and Erik gripped his handrest. I thought I did a great job. But it was raining, and he’s used to being the driver. He wants me to be more self-assured by being more independent, and learning to drive is a start. But I refuse to go on the freeway,… Read More »

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Things I have learned this week

* The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn was written by Tom Saywer. * Huck Finn was a runaway slave. * There is never a chance to not change. * The KKK is a focus group. * Important changes in life allow one to either become successful or fall to the abyss of doom. I prefer the… Read More »