"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice"--the famous opening sentence of One Hundred Years of Solitude
Dreamed of driving with the parents to Seattle; suggesting we return via Vancouver; walking on a picket line in a hallway (without carrying a sign).
We're now using the refrigerator's ice machine again!
Dinner was fettucine alfredo (which I cooked).
Got Gabriel Garcia Marquez' One Hundred Years of Solitude from the library and started re-reading it. It's a really wonderful "magical realist" novel. [I was reading it for the third time.]
At choir practice they were asking if we'd accept a doubled membership fee. (It looks like we will.)
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