This is a still-life of my breakfast table in 1992, living inside the old San Marino house, which my great-grandfather had bought in 1909, I think.
Caveat: Art #14
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This is a still-life of my breakfast table in 1992, living inside the old San Marino house, which my great-grandfather had bought in 1909, I think.
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Dear Jared
I really enjoyed your blog about the meta-mystery of the day. I like your ability to try to be humorous about it. Good thing you aren’t terribly invested in the series. To keep things in perspective we have had books on tape from Arthur even before the accident that were mislabeled. Made road trips interesting. “Do we know who so-and-so is?” “Did we miss something?” “Oh, try this one and see if this works.”
I also found my heart hurt when reading about your recent fishing trip. I think Arthur is so unwilling to recognize his limitations that his response is to demean you rather than take any responsibility for something not working. I found your comments into why he fishes very insightful. Maybe you can make the boat unoperable and then he can just go fishing with Joe and you can be ‘off the hook’ so to speak (couldn’t resist).
Glad to see your greenhouse endeavor is successful.
Did you guys get the masks I sent? I sent them last week so they should show up soon.
Love you so much. You are very valued by many. Call and vent anytime.