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So, I took my violin to the music store to have Gary take a look at my fine-tuners. He was out, so I went to Teen Challenge to kill some time until he came back.

As I was perusing the 49-cent rack outside, a short, very tubby dude with sparse grey beardage and sweaty strings of hair spilling out from his baseball cap came out with a woman in a wheelchair. He saw my violin case and asked what I played and who my teacher was. He was positively bursting with pride as he related to me the story of his life and how he was the youngest rock band member ever at the age of twelve and how he was going to take back the title as champion wrestler this week wrestling against his stepson whom he hasn't seen in 25 years. He was charming in the sense that he clearly lives to tell of his past glory. It was like a charactrr actor in a movie bar. Their names were Ralph and Marla.

When I finally managed to gracefully extricate myself from Ralph's self-absorbed babbling and bowing, I went into Teen Challenge and had a good laugh with the boy behind the counter about Ralph, who apparently had treated him to the same spiel.

I found a copy of a book I loved about Helen Keller as a chidl and then went backtothe music store and Gary got my problem solved. And as I left the store to go home Irwin and Debbie drove by and waved.

Yes, I love small towns.

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Project Patterns is progressing pokily, thanks to Molly constantly wanting glue, tape, scissors, and paper scraps. Qhat I am doing is putting my patterns in 9x12 manila envelopes, gluing the front/back of the original pattern envelope on the manila one, and writing company and number at the top. My goal is to have all my patterns a uniform size and therefore be able to store them more effectively (by pattern number). I barely made a dent today. Only did 25.

Got another dryerload of blueberries going; was going to do peaches but most of them were still hardish so I have left them out all day and will hope more are ready tomorrow morning.

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  • 07:04:32: poves waking up to a snuggy feline
  • 11:33:46: watching Spot on the floor writhing about; feeling The Foot also writhing about; soon heading to her appointment. Could it be the last????
  • 13:00:16: has learned that The Foot is actually a Knee. Regardless, GooGoo needs to stop knocking it into my ribs.
  • 16:36:18: is chilling on the bed with an achy back, but APPLE CAKE IS IN THE OVEN. So is GooGoo. Betcha the cake comes out first.
  • 16:43:30: Also, you know you live in a small town when a local gaggle of footloose wild turkeys makes the front page of the newspaper.
  • 17:27:01: is hanging out on the bed with an invisible boa constrictor for company and thinking she's hungry again when she's probably actually not.
  • 18:08:50: thinks sleep is the most beautiful thing in the world but has a few hours standing between her and it.
  • 18:23:53: Uh... GooGoo is lurching around like a little lunatic.
  • 21:05:34: is... hot. It's 45 outside and she has the window wide open. She is still trying to convince GooGoo he wants to be out.

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This is a quiet town despite the fact that an excavation crew is razing a building one block away. I hear the train in the morning distantly whistling. This morning I heard a church playing bells. This reminded me of Kellogg, Idaho. Quite a happy sound.

Today I tackle the sewing closet. In fact, I've already begun this task.

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