. . . It’s working.
Mr Crow and I just took a bath. Feeling refreshed. Listening to Penguin café Orchestra (Perpetuum Mobile). The Parakeet seems to like it and tries to sing along. I’ve stopped washing my face with soap. I’m recovering from a dozen mosquito bites. No joke.
We biked to the Relator's office to go over some paperwork, then we went a little further to the North Market:
Namaste beer
personal watermelon
white peach
3 avocadoes
a dozen eggs: 10 brown, 1 white, 1 blue
rhubarb, lime, cardamom ice cream
We found the recycling bins closest to our new house. . . .
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On the house-front we’re having the appraisal next week. Assuming all goes well, we’ll be in by September. We’re nervous but I don’t think we’ve got anything to worry about (as if that makes sense).
I’m already mentally placing the chicken coop to the left of the back porch. I’m reading three books right now:
. . . too bad Mr. Crow isn’t keen on chickens. he’s worried that they’re going to be too noisy. . . I think he’ll live. (He’ll have to!)
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Neil is in the hospital. He hadn’t been quite himself since Sunday. The doctor thinks it may be his liver but we won’t know for sure until later. Sadness.
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