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Is it Christmas already? OK, Christmas Eve. Whatever. Either way, the
morning sun melts the frost while I wait at the bus stop to go downtown in
search of a rampwalking hedgehog like the one Connie bought. The bus is empty
but for the driver when I get on. I'm amazed by the beauty of the view running
along 31st Ave, a high ridge above Lake Washington, Mt. Rainier a silvery
silhouette like a waxpaper cut-out on the horizon. The sun through the bus
window feels good. It's like riding in the back of a limo. I find a good
book of aerial photographs for Sarah on First Avenue, pick up a Reglar Wiglar
for Anne, chat with Brad, then hit the superstore for some individually wrapped
nuts and screws to work on a surprise gift for someone who must for now remain
nameless. I did the work outside the automatic electric eye sliding doors
and then rode the gift along the canal, enjoying its new seat and horn. |
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