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dinner without beans
Wednesday, November 22 2017
I had a dream this morning that Gretchen and I were traveling to some place west of the west coast of the United States (Japan perhaps), but we needed to make a connection at an airfield in a place called Laramie, Washington, which lay just west of the northward panhandle of Idaho. For some reason our plane landed short of the airfield, on a road in a forested valley in Idaho, though the way everyone acted it was no big deal, even though the plane would have to have its wings removed in order to transport it to the Laramie airfield. (For the record, the closest city to one matching these details is Spokane, Washington, though its airport is west of the city, further away from Idaho.)
Due to an unexpected liberalization of the Thanksgiving holiday policy, many of my colleagues were getting out of work a couple hours early, though for a variety of reasons my day went about as long as it usually does.
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Meanwhile Gretchen put in a shift at the bookstore without Neville. I was so absorbed in my work that I missed a public Facebook comment she'd made near the end of her workday beneath a post I'd made featuring yesterday's mouse painting (now entitled "little miss flawless, 1970). The comment was a non-sequitur, asking me to prepare dinner, "but NO BEANS." I supposed I could've made some sort of spaghetti pomodoro, but, as I said, I never saw the comment.
Today we received welcome news that the well-funded pit bull rescue from which we adopted Neville will be helping us find a discount surgeon to perform his multiple knee surgeries. They will also be able to contribute their tax status as a further means of discounting the surgery.
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