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All Neighborly and Stuff
Way back in April or May, when I first moved into this apartment, I got a knock on the door. The lady on the other side of the door was my neighbor, Lee. She had been at the laundromat, washing a giant quilt, and was now waiting to hang it up to dry-- except she had kinda locked herself out of her apartment. Oops.
I lent her my cell phone so she could call the emergency number for the property management company, which (surprise!) availed to nothing. So she called a locksmith. In the meantime, I had to run off and take some things to Goodwill, so I left the phone with her to drive to the other end of town.
When I got back, Lee was still waiting outside her apartment. It was a warm spring day. I sat down across from her outside her front door, and she embarrassedly related that my dad had called while I was gone and had been consternated by the stranger answering the phone. The conversation went something like:
Lee: "Hello?"
Dad: "Hello? Is Andrea there? Who is this?"
Lee: "Oh, Andrea's not here. This is Lee."
Dad: "Why do you have my daughter's phone?"
Lee and I had a good laugh about it, and then I called my dad back, and he still didn't think it was funny.
At any rate, to thank me for being nice to her all those months ago, Lee gave me a copy of one of her books. Apparently, she's quite a prolific writer. Super keen! Maybe I'll read Will's Garden on the plane I'm getting on tomorrow to go see Mr Wiggins in San Jose. Wheee!
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2002-10-08:
Inspired by a Waterhouse painting of a Tennyson poem (or a print of a study for a painting, anyway), and early morning, and run-on sentences...
Oh, just read the silly poem.
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