Dear Mom,
Not much to report. Watched Sunday Morning and knit, and then Ron got back from school and needed to run errands in Wellsville so I went too. I still need a change of scenery that isn't Wellsville or Hornell, but it looks like the end of this week we'll go up to Rochester; Ron needs more Baltic Birch plywood. Then this afternoon I worked in the studio until dinner, when we made pizza. Isn't life exciting.
Love,
Ruth
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Dear Ruth,
Always good to get into a funk of ordinary because it makes the tiny-bit-above-ordinary days seem so fantastic. You have one coming soon, I can feel it. Actually, it might be happening to you right this instant, so get ready to receive the light.
Some days just one good laugh would do it for me!
Nolan's comment half way through the first act of South Pacific: " Why are they just TALKING??" We therefore left just before intermission, since the flipping-up quality of the seat was more entertaining than the play. I think, like in amusement parks where you have to be a certain height to go on certain rides, a kid needs to be of a certain weight before they should partake of auditorium experiences. Zophia could have easily been swallowed up. To counteract that, she started to make popping noises with her mouth.
The Robert's now have TWO St Bernard's, and both of them are barking. It is going to be a noisy spring and summer.
Dad is at car dealership, getting reg. check up. I got up earlier than normal and am ahead of myself already. It promises to be a calm day. You can call me Mrs Bland.
To counteract that, I am reading " She Got Up Off the Couch" and am enjoying it a lot ( got it from our new library). Haven Kimmel has a memory that is intensely clear. She shows just how insane it feels to be a child. I remember it well. How about you?
Love,
mom
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