Remember when I wrote last month so proudly about my newspaper bricks? And how I had made ten of them? What a wimp I was then! Today, I made thirty-three. The sun shone down, a breeze ambled through, lifting the edges of the papers I was stacking, just to let me know who's in charge. (By the way, Washington, which part of the climate do you think you can control? Not the wind that listeth where it may) And it was warm--up to 75 today. So November feels like October should have. At least in Silver City.
One last note: I ate sushi in Silver City today. At the fairly new Asian Buffet where the young man who did not speak English made it right before my eyes. May these food wonders never cease.
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