Saturday

I got a fair amount of chores done after gallivanting for so long: Changed the bed washed the sheets and re-made; filed the mountain of papers I've been neglecting; washed, cored, and quartered three pounds of apples, put them in the slow cooker with cinnamon, and now have a nice batch of chunky applesauce.

I took my lunch outside to the middle to eat, but didn't stay long, as it was a little chilly. After, I treated myself by watching Chinatown, one of my top five movies, on my new DVD player. Called my cousin, Sally, to see how she was holding up after David's death, but there was no answer. I'll wait awhile to call again.

Got word from Little Egg that there was a sprinkler leak problem at my house. I called my long-time friend and neighbor, Susan Geldart to ask for the name of a plumber. Her husband, Walter, provided two names, but I may not have to use them. I was saddened to hear the the husband of a mutual friend of ours, Gary, had broken his hip, there were complications, and he died in Presbyterian Hospital in Philly. I must send a note of condolence to Julie. 

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More from my trip to Encinitas:

Here's Ani's Dad, Ray, ninety years old and a master ship builder.

He built the Titanic!

Above is one I like a lot--a copper bottom sail boat. 

In the small house in which he lives, Ray has sailing ships here, there and everywhere. There are many at Duane's, also.

One more thing regarding my trip: Ani (Anita), who's very introspective, told me of an exercise her therapist suggested: Without pondering, name three things that most influence your life. I can't remember what her things were, but I told her these for mine: Ventnor/twin (being one)/family. Hmm...maybe they're all one...