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Friday, 5. September 2003
Corn, and Clementine
Kate
15:46h
9:50 a.m. Farmbeau’s gone to oversee the pouring of cement in two places in town. Don loves to honk horns. He accepts the fact that not everyone will allow it. But Beryl the Busdriver is a real sweetie and lets him give it a honk when he is getting off and on the bus. (Less tightass people let him honk their horns, is my thought.) We’ve got to leave for Dawne’s right away. She phoned and offered me a row of corn last night. Ours was already getting tough when I threw three grocerybags of it, husks and all, into the freezer. So I’m going to drive out to her place, have a visit with her, and Barney and I will pick the corn. **** from Clementine via email: Soon it will be my time to follow my dreams and accomplish what I want for myself. I do for everyone else and alot of the times feel there's not much coming back.
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