One by one my tires get nails in them and have slow leaks, and today I finally went to the tire place to get the current leaky one fixed. The people that run the business are Mennonite, which means they are very nice people but have a poor selection of reading materials in the waiting area. So I brought a lot to keep me occupied, expecting it would take about an hour. So I sat there reading Diane Ackerman's Natural History of Love, in which I happened to be in a particularly erotic section, one with erotic in the chapter title so it's at the top of every page. I was trying to be inconspicuous. After 25 minutes they told me they were done, and I was really surprised. Wow, that was quick, I said. Then they told me it would be 8 dollars (last time for Ron it was around 20), and that was when I told the Mennonites that they were fast and cheap. And I couldn't take it back once it came out.
Love,
Ruth
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Dear Ruth,
Hahahahahaha-aaaah.
I guess it's like knitting. You have to save the easier patterned stuff for knitting group time. And when choosing reading material for the Mennonite waiting room, pick bland. I have some great farm books that would suit. I could send them along.
Your picture reminds me of veins under a microscope. Or coral.
Yesterday I was called an old lady in public for the first time---by a 3 year old boy. Made me pause. I had smiled at him, and he ran over to his mother and yelled up at her " that old lady looked at me!" I thought about relativity for quite awhile afterward...
K back in CO now, safe and sound. I told dad he was going to have to talk to me, after miles of silence coming back from airport, and he said he thought I would be talked out, and I said, no, and couldn't he ease me into silence, not throw me off the cliff into it?
Today's the first knitting group, 1-3. I have nothing but some old socks to bring for show and tell, having given away everything ese. It took awhile to find some that weren't already darned.
Snow forecast for tonight.
We need to have a phone call soon. Haven't heard your voice in weeks.
Love, mom
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