Thursday, October 1, 2009
Well well! This was unexpected!
As the throngs begin to gather, my daughter's house begins to fill... The room I had for a week was promised to the maid-of-honor, her man and child...(matron-of-honor,in fact, but these days only some traditions are honored) I volunteered for a couch in the not-completely-finished basement and transferrred my stuff. It was with full awareness and, I repeat, I volunteered. There is nothing particularly noisome about the basement. But one does feel a bit like a trap-door spider... And regardless...
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