August 30, 2000
Dear Everyone:
I talked with Mother this week and she says that
there is no great rush to get the
Phone Booth,
or any other furniture, out of her place any time soon.
She’s not planning on selling the house this month.
She is planning on holding a
garage sale next
month, where she expects to get rid of a lot of things we forgot to
mention are our pride and joy and can’t live without.
She also thinks that I should get the silver flatware.
She said that no one had put it on their list.
I suspect it was because none of us thought of it.
Out of sight, out of mind.
I will be happy to take the silver, but if anyone else wants it,
just let me know.
The reason I had called Mother was because I had
been looking at the Weekly Letters.
The drawer that I file the most recent ones in was getting too
full, so I shifted some things around.
Mother keeps the Weekly Letters in 3-ring binders all over the
place. I have them in a box
in the west bedroom. If I
stored the Box of Weekly Letters at work, it would cost me 43¢ per
month.
However, the Box of Weekly Letters serves another
important purpose: It holds
up the electric fan which blows on me when I’m working out on the
treadmill.
Anyway, looking at the Box of Weekly Letters made
me realize that I’ve been writing these silly things since September,
1988. But I don’t have the
Letters from 1988 because (foolish me) I didn’t start to keep file copy
until February, 1989. To
remedy this oversight, and make the Box complete, Mother is mailing me
the originals that I sent to her.
When I have copies made, I’ll mail the originals back to her.
(What a shame we didn’t think of this while we were all in
Canby that
weekend.)
I’ve also been keeping electronic copies of the
Weekly Letters since I got my first computer (now “Jeannie’s” computer)
in June, 1995. Now I’ve
begun a little project, in my spare time, to enter all the old Weekly
Letters that I have on paper into the current computer.
That way, even if something happens to the Box of Weekly Letters,
and Mother can’t find room in her new place for all those binders, there
will be a copy somewhere.
Just in case.
In other news…
“Marshall” came up from
Fresno
last weekend for one of his rare
Bay Area
visits. He and “Jeannie”,
naturally, went into
San Francisco
on Saturday where they walked a great deal.
(Oscar Wilde
is credited with once saying that San Francisco is a great city for
walking in because, whenever you get tired of walking, you can just lean
against it.)
They looked at a lot of ties.
Also shoes. And they
visited FAO Schwartz,
the toy store. But I don’t
know if they bought anything.
On Sunday, we did our usual meeting-in-Walnut-Creek
thing. It’s pretty much
halfway between “Jeannie’s” place and mine.
We spent a good part of the day wandering around Broadway Plaza,
looking in all the specialty shops.
We also looked at ties.
And shoes. But I was
the only one who bought anything apart from lattes and what looked like
chocolate scones. And mine
were “as long as we’re here, I need to pick up some…” types of
purchases.
All of this, as pleasant as it was, precluded going
to any movies last weekend.
But that’s OK. We don’t get
to see “Marshall” that often.
And “Jeannie” has already picked out the movie she wants to see
next weekend. Also,
“Marshall” and “Jeannie” did get to see a movie; they rented
Dick
on my recommendation.
If you’ve never seen it,
Dick is a cute comedy that
explains that “Deep
Throat” from the
Watergate
scandal was really a couple of ditzy teenage girls, one of whom had
a crush on
President Nixon. It
neatly answers every question from Watergate, security leaks, the 18½
minutes of missing recording on the tape, every detail, including the
reason that Woodward
and Bernstein
won’t reveal the identity of “Deep Throat” is that they’re too
embarrassed by it all.
Thoroughly enjoyable.
Love, as always,
Pete
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