The house was scraped today, and the storm windows were removed to be repaired and painted. I wrote a sonnet about a one eyed hag named Lorelei; it wasn't very good. The girls and I went to Duck Trap and no one was there at first because it was raining but then some guys showed up to get baked in the woods. Mike Sheehanovich delivered a 32 foot ladder to me and we talked for a while; he told me that his brain is the size of a walnut.
It's not. It's more like a peach, with a few walnuts on the side, falling this way and that. I mean that in a good way. He's quite clever. Funny too.
Once though I told him to do a head stand on a green tarp in his driveway and he did it. He did a great job and he was all dressed in his carpenter's work clothes with sturdy boots and belt. A few days later he had forgotten the whole event.
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