Off the kitchen.

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Misplaced my keys several weeks ago. Never could believe I’d lost the keys—to my van, the other house, the mail, Cathy’s— and was over at Golden Grain Farm today, telling Everett how I’d put them so carefully into my jacket pocket one evening when he and I were there with Scott’s truck, getting wood and checking on the furnace. It occurred to me that I might have put them in a pocket I rarely use. So I looked – and sure enough, they were in a pocket that zips up– as a matter of fact, one of the same set of pockets where I’d misplaced one of my gloves last February and didn’t find it for a month.

Scott would say, "I used to be blond too, but I grew out of it."

Sometimes the silver can't come in fast enough.

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Emil has returned home coughing and hacking and stuffed up; I can taste his cold in the air when he comes near me.

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Cathy had heard that a movie called Beauty Parlor or Beauty Shop, with Queen Latifah, was funny, so we watched it in the comfort of her living room on Friday night. Kevin Bacon played a self-important Austrian salon owner who said in an affected accent, “So, you vant to altercate vit me?” and I loved that line so much I repeated it 5 times throughout the evening.

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Corey Amaro took a photo tour of Versailles. Nice.

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