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For the next few weeks, we'll be seeing magnets from Ned & Marta's refrigerator door.

It's Ned's refrigerator...what else??

Here are some of my theatre reviews, if you're interested.

Updated 3/10/01


She's Come Undone
by Wally Lamb


Sedona, AZ

That's it for today!



21 April 2001

Another whirlwind weekend. I flew to Seattle this morning and arrived here at 10:30 a.m. I left California, the land of sunshine, where it was 60 degrees, and raining and flew to Seattle, famous for never seeing the sun, where I found weather warm enough not to need a coat, and a bright shining sun. What's wrong with this picture?

The flight up was another full one. I don't think there are airplanes existing today that run half-empty flights any more. I had arrived at the airport too late to get a "low number" in Southwest Airline's "first come, first serve" seating arrangement, so I ended up in a middle seat, playing "kneesies" with the guy in the seat facing me. But I was at least able to get a lot of reading done, finished "The Brethren" and started "She's Come Undone."

I met my friends Kathi and Frances at the airport. I had not seen either of them since 1996, and it was nice to get reacquainted. We went to one of the airport cafes to have some Japanese udon soup and visit. Kathi managed to spill her huge cup of soup everywhere and we made ourselves the center of attention as all the waitstaff were there with rags, mops, and another cup of soup.

Frances drove me out here to Edmonds, where I am spending the next couple of days with my friend Diane (with whom Peggy and I stayed last October).

The purpose of this trip is just to have some laughs with Diane, who has recently gone off work on disability and I figured could use a diversion and to have someone around to chuckle with. And chuckle we have been doing most of the afternoon.

This evening I cooked a quiche lorraine for the two of us, which we had under the watchful eye of Hattie Cat. I had made the dough for the pie crust at home last night, and carried it up here in my purse. I was so sorry when the folks at the x-ray machines in the airport didn't ask me to open my purse and show them what this huge lump was.

And then we watched the videotape of Paul's performance of Sedona, Arizona, which I'd brought with me. Somehow it seemed the "right" thing to do on this, the 2nd anniversary of his death.

Diane laughed, she cried, and was impressed with the quality of his performance. I've reached a point where I can get through the show without crying, until he begins to discuss Dave's death, and that still wipes me out every time.

Tomorrow, weather permitting, we're going to drive up to tour a nearby tulip festival. I found out that the state of Washington produces more tulips than Holland, and I've been advised that the sight of the tulip fields around here is the most spectacular thing I'll see in a very long time, so I'm looking forward to it.

But now off to bed. I'm exhausted.

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