Well, Francis, if you're reading this, that was a lovely Christmas card. Thank you.
I have finished all my own Christmas cards. Into the mail tomorrow, I say! I have also:
-- lost my scarf. Doh!
-- mailed two grad school writing samples
-- decorated for the holidays
-- forgotten to call Kasey for two days in a row
-- eaten an entire bag of Pocky
-- washed my clothes. (Huzzah!)
-- finished my only exam
Now, if only I can keep my foolish dog from barking, I will have accomplished something. Tomorrow the two of us are going out to Bird Hills for some walking and...well, birding. I mean, doesn't that one go unspoken in such a place? Also, we -- if by "we" I mean "I" -- are going to see Big Bad Voodoo Daddy swing it down.
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Funny, just today an eighty three year old man I met in the park today told me to go to Bird Hills. Columbo even got a preview of what he'll see tomorrow as we drove over to check it out.
You may see him (the man not columbo) at Bird Hills with his dog, which is a little bigger than Columbo and is a blond something-or-orther, whose name is Jack. He (the man not the dog) walks with a wood cane with a black handel. He's a kindly old man who likes to talk.
-JHF
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