Sorry I haven't written in the last few days. Wednesday I had a job interview, which plum tuckered me out. That evening I was at the Archives for a few hours and found... nearly nothing toward the case I am researching. Thursday night and then again Friday night, my body shut down early, so I turned in early.
Saturday afternoon, I drove to the Valley to check out the house down there. I dried some towels in the dryer because my dryer in the city is on the fritz. Made sure the place was okay. Watched some telebision.
This morning I got up and found something to eat and drank some of the coffee I keep down there. The six dollar coffee maker I purchased last Summer has been a wonderful addition to the decor, as the one it replaced was spitting and spewing hot water on the counter, netting me maybe three cups of coffee out of five.
After lunch, I loaded up the Soul and headed over to Steam Mill, to the Elm Grove Cemetery, where my parents are buried.
I don't visit them enough. I think about them a lot. I wonder how vexed they would be with me over my position regarding my sisters. Sometimes I think they would be on my side. Other times, I think Mom and Dad would, as they did with me many times, just beg me to find a way to get along with them.
I returned to the city mid-afternoon. I brought home a piece of pumpkin pie, reduced from that amazing grocery store in Wolfville that marks down items willy nilly.
We watched a few episodes of season one of Fargo. I think Patricia has bailed on the show. I am intrigued enough to continue to watch it. Netflix has the first two seasons, so I may may my way through them.
I will close by telling you that I hope very much to write on a regular basis going forward. I have sometimes been negligent, and I regret that. It is a muscle I need to exercise on a regular basis, and since I have this cool model m keyboard that makes typing such a breeze, I really should be using it.
I hope you all have a wonderful evening. I will bark at ya tomorrow.
Bevboy
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