At least month delay in closing, contingent on resolving issues. Strangely, this reduces stress!
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Hicks on Juniper Tavern
JUNIPER TAVERN: AFTER 25 YEARS, WE’LL DRINK TO THAT
DECEMBER 8, 2009 BOB HICKS
A quarter-century after a literary landmark in Oregon, and the more things change, the more they stay the same.
http://artscatter.com/general/juniper-tavern-after-25-years-well-drink-to-that/
DECEMBER 8, 2009 BOB HICKS
A quarter-century after a literary landmark in Oregon, and the more things change, the more they stay the same.
http://artscatter.com/general/juniper-tavern-after-25-years-well-drink-to-that/
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Monday, November 28, 2016
Sunday, November 27, 2016
0-3
Lost every game yesterday but the distraction worked. A good day! Now, alas, back to normal. Critical week, much will be learned.
Saturday, November 26, 2016
Full day of escape
3 games of interest back to back. I need escape big time.
Go, Michigan!
Go, Oregon!
Go, UCLA!
Go, Michigan!
Go, Oregon!
Go, UCLA!
Friday, November 25, 2016
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Turkey
Made our reservations late, had to settle for late morning in restaurant out of town. Better than nothing? Good question. See how H feels when she gets up.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
From SODOM, GOMORRAH & JONES
Thanksgiving, 1962
AS HELEN AND CJ applauded, Mrs. Stevenson set the turkey in front of her husband. The bird was golden-brown and aromatic, large enough to feed three times their numbers.
CJ had never seen anyone use an electric knife before. Instead of picking it up, Mr. Stevenson looked at CJ and asked, “Would you do the honors, Carlton?”
“Excuse me?”
“Say grace?”
CJ had never said grace in his life. He shot a glance at Helen across the table, who nodded.
“Of course,”said CJ.
Mrs. Stevenson smiled at him. CJ closed his eyes, getting ready, then opened them.
“Thank you,”he began. He stopped and started over. “Dear Lord. Thank you for the bounty of food we enjoy today and for the opportunity to share it with family and loved ones. Let's not forget the noble savages whose kindness got us through our first winter, even though we later rewarded them with a policy of genocide that--”
Mr. Stevenson bolted to his feet with such effort that his chair toppled to the floor.
“That's enough!”he said.
He was so red in the face that CJ wondered if he were having a stroke. He turned and hurried out of the dining room.
Helen was on her feet, also red but rising more carefully, and chased after her father.
CJ closed his eyes again. What had possessed him? How could he be so stupid?
When he looked up, Mrs. Stevenson was smiling at him.
“Carlton, would you carve the turkey, please? You do know how to use an electric knife, don't you?”
AS HELEN AND CJ applauded, Mrs. Stevenson set the turkey in front of her husband. The bird was golden-brown and aromatic, large enough to feed three times their numbers.
CJ had never seen anyone use an electric knife before. Instead of picking it up, Mr. Stevenson looked at CJ and asked, “Would you do the honors, Carlton?”
“Excuse me?”
“Say grace?”
CJ had never said grace in his life. He shot a glance at Helen across the table, who nodded.
“Of course,”said CJ.
Mrs. Stevenson smiled at him. CJ closed his eyes, getting ready, then opened them.
“Thank you,”he began. He stopped and started over. “Dear Lord. Thank you for the bounty of food we enjoy today and for the opportunity to share it with family and loved ones. Let's not forget the noble savages whose kindness got us through our first winter, even though we later rewarded them with a policy of genocide that--”
Mr. Stevenson bolted to his feet with such effort that his chair toppled to the floor.
“That's enough!”he said.
He was so red in the face that CJ wondered if he were having a stroke. He turned and hurried out of the dining room.
Helen was on her feet, also red but rising more carefully, and chased after her father.
CJ closed his eyes again. What had possessed him? How could he be so stupid?
When he looked up, Mrs. Stevenson was smiling at him.
“Carlton, would you carve the turkey, please? You do know how to use an electric knife, don't you?”
Thanksgiving
From the mid 60s to the late 70s, about 15 years, Thanksgiving was a celebration of friendship between the Deemers, Crooks, Bradleys, Fuquas and Richardsons, 10 adults and 6 kids, in LA or Salem or Eugene, 2 or 3 days of feasting and music making, and almost constant laughter. Unique and unforgetable. Nothing close since.
We'll be going to a restaurant tomorrow.
We'll be going to a restaurant tomorrow.
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Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Stress
Too many hoops to jump through to complete a house sale, too many things can go wrong.
In other words, waiting for consequences of inspection.
In other words, waiting for consequences of inspection.
Monday, November 21, 2016
Monthly mini marketing
I subscribe to Play Submission Helper, an amazingly helpful tool unavailable in my active years. I am marketing my global warming play, nothing else, to theaters who make it easy for me: no fee, full scripts only, submitted electronically. Up to half a dozen meet these each month; 3 sent today.
So I am somewhat in the game, still.
So I am somewhat in the game, still.
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