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Weeks ago I started getting grief about
the neglected state of my diary. I'm rich in good intentions but as usual,
in the cake mix of life, ingredients sometimes overflow the bowl. We heard
great music: Paul Thorn (twice!), Keith Greeninger and Water, Chris
Webster, Todd Snider, Iris DeMent,
Joe Ely, Robert Earl Keen;
saw lots of llama action: both birth (babies Paz and Quetchua pictured below)
and death (the sudden and still-hard-to-believe death of my beloved Noche),
and my first experience with shearing). I stressed about work and the possibility
of pursuing new opportunities (try a useful new service called BeVocal),
and medical bad news for my mom and friend Judinews which fortunately seems
to be getting better (please keep them in your thoughts and prayers). With
Steve as ringleader, we downloaded an eclectic assortment of music to make
my mom and dad special CDs for mother's and fathers day, respectively; and
cosigned for Westi to buy a '97
Nissan Altima. Tuxedo turned 17 (!)
and Tyler learned to groan (adding
to his existing vocal repertoire of assorted whines.) Most of our energy
(especially Steve's) has been given to preparing for a summer of company,
starting with mom and dad (for
five weeks!) and including, by the end of July, my brother
and sister (et al), and Beanie
and family. They better appreciate the new open-air
bathroom, complete with a newly refinished (by yours truly) clawfoot
bathtub. (Steve did almost all of the other work but the bathtub is the
most beautiful part.) A highlight of the month was a visit from Nicole.
She's coming for Father's Day too. Wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles
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