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Friday, November 21, 2003

" Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words? "

" I have spent more than half a lifetime trying to express the tragic moment. "

" It's good to shut up sometimes. "
--Marcel Marceau, Mime

" Bloody talkative for a mime... LOL ! "
-- Bobby Nichols

No snow... yet. Soon. Overcast and quite cool.

I've been neglecting to mention the absolute gorgeous colours the variety of trees are displaying that Gail and I have seen from up here in the Sierra foothills all the way down to the environs of Sacramento. It's breathtaking to see a stand of diverse trees in the sunshine contrasting with each other in their hues of gold, orange, red, green, yellow, purple... and everything in between.

Feeling a bit better. My body still feels quite lethargic, but the cough and sore throat are a thing of the past.

At 1:00 a.m. PST Gail decided to go outdoors to check on laundry in the laundry shed. Comes back into the house... and the door will not stay closed ? Jury-rigged a temporary fix.

New door knobs for the front house entrance and main bathroom, misc hardware, and weather stripping and caulking... $50 USD.

Went to use my electric drill to facilitate repairs... the last person to borrow the drill neglected to tell me they had broken it... nice !

Geia hara !

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