I feel like I’m in that story by Borges or Oliverio Girondo or somebody where every day he coughs up more rabbits. He writes letters home about it. “Today, Mother, I coughed up two rabbits.” Only with us, it is gift baskets. We’ve received 14. Some are homemade, some purchased. Every day brings more. 10 [...]
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This “Wine Country” gift basket came from my grandfather. Crackers, cheese, processed meats. Three bottles of wine. Sundry dessert items. We tore into it like bears. Smart bears, who had learned to use a corkscrew and the remote control. This made a nice change from all the chicken gizzards and hearts we normally eat. Well- [...]
We went to see paragliders on the cliffs of La Jolla. I thought it was pretty cool. Overpriced hot dogs and pizza for sale in one of those gray weather-beaten structures you see near the water. Drunk/high people in lawn chairs watching the paragliders soar around the landing area. Bright sun like almost always in [...]
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