I ran into Amanda in Slaveways after jin shin. I was buying a gallon of plain yoghurt. She looks mature, now - she seemed grown-up and better than before, which is good. She said she'd photograph the art installations for me. I drove past C.E. Gallery and peered in the window - holy crapoly it looked pretty damn nice. Ironically, and to Lucia's annoyance, the museum paintings are hung on the staircase, so are not accessible. I said they should provide opera glasses. Also - the docents are mistakenly telling people that the work is not for sale - that's happened at least three times to my knowledge when someone expresses interest in buying.

I rang Ann and asked her to be my contact for the ZOMG SS forms I have to fill out that make me exhausted before I begin. She was just in Japan then came back and got really sick but went to work anyway, then went to New York. Larry was really sick on the Japan trip, but he came back and went straight to work, too - they couldn't have any time off. Ann HATES commas. I always find that odd - however, I really don't like nickels at all, so who am I to laugh? My old design teacher, Ray Nichols*, said he carried nickels in his pockets as a child as his name was Nichols. Ray seems to be the only art dood left from when I was there. Let's see... Charles Rowe, Joe Giordano, Julio d'Acunha, Joe Moss, uh... there were more but I can't spit out the names at this second.

Frank's father, in Illinois, fell, so Frank will be gone next week. Consequently he was light on me today - if it had been like last week I would have a really awful time trying to go in to work. His father is hmmm, something like 90. Berdie invited me to her house for a bowl ceremony on Saturday, which was sweet of her (I can't imagine I'll go but it's nice to be asked).

Now every day there is a backhoe in the driveway but the man has been nice about getting it the f*ck out of my way.

I have 4 boxes of T shirts to give school.
Phil had surgery on Wednesday and I asked Alex to put in my ram but he said he'd never done it, which was too bad.
I can just see me in the next few days... let's see, I'm sure I can do this with one hand - np!

* He said that to us once in about 1977 but I never forgot it.