If I had words to make a day for you I'd sing you a morning golden and true I would make this day last for all time Then fill the night deep in moonshine —Farmer Arthur Hoggett
I suppose the life of an anorexic duck doesn't amount to much in the broad scheme of things, but, pig, I'm all I've got! —Ferdinand the duck
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Where I go for Margarita pizza: Glen Ellen Star.
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I stopped by the park the other day and talked a bit, took some photos, and played one of those pointing petanque games. It was comforting in a very visceral way. I felt better about the world for quite a long time afterward. I write about how I miss it but being there with Maggie and Hollie and Bill an Peter and Rob and Tim and Ted and his daughters, made me appreciate what a very special company we keep and how blessed I am to have had the opportunity to join in on the game. While I had already planned to do the Cheers post, it turned out to be the most appropriate timing. The world sometimes works out that way. When I think of all the wrong turns Ive taken in my life and still managed to find my way here, it must be an Appointment in Samarra thing. (https://www.k-state.edu/english/baker/english320/Maugham-AS.htm)
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