We had a lovely phone conversation tonight with our friend Dan, who got the first guide dog we raised from a puppy. We have stayed in touch all these years. His current guide is a chocolate lab named Boon.
I do not care for page seven.
It's called Text Blaze. It allows you to preprogram shortcuts to words, phrases, or sentences that you are always re-typing, and you can insert them anywhere, in any program. Should save me a lot of typing. It also handles fonts, formatting, colors, etc., but I will mainly use it for text.
George is to be commended for a lovely posting volley and he will NOT be held accountable.
Pilobolus was outstanding tonight, which makes the small turnout a real shame. The company had gorgeous, practically perfect bodies. The dances were filled with wonder and joy. Sheer perfection.
Generally good time here. Lovely place, all that. Maybe escaped a wrong-place, wrong-time moment today with minimal damage, but it put a bit of a dark spin on the fun.
Just sort of unsettling. I thought at first he was a caretaker. But my wife saw a third vehicle with some other dudes in it. She’s convinced we happened across a crime in progress or something. So she was quite upset. The guy definitely seemed malevolent. But they let us go. I mean they could have trapped us in the cemetery if they chose. Might’ve been saved by the other vehicle which was a woman, possible actual visitor? I dunno. Confusing and quick turn of events. Possibly nothing serious, but it unnerved us.
Went to a chocolate maker up in the hills today. Bought some excellent bars.
Had lunch at a luxury eco-hotel with an insane view.
