Re: Your mother

I know it's impossibly ironic (and here I must change letters), but I
found that pair of jeans with the 7 on Friday last. the 12th; they were not
in your closet, but draped on a chair in your room. I had gone there to
check things out before taking off to the beach house, when I noticed the
jeans on the chair. I thought to myself, oh there's the heinous pair of
unwanted jeans I had attempted to send...I should return them to the closet, but
when I opened the closet--there was the orphan pair, the wrong pair, then I
looked at the tag of the pair from the chair, when to my wondering eyes
should appear the magical "7" I had searched for to no avail only one
week before.

So what is the lesson here?
Who knows?

I went to a production of Cabaret with P and her drama kids at _______
yesterday.
I was most interested in the costumes, very imaginative
work--kind of Goodwill Gaultier.

We went to eat at China Garden first, where Yuni and Say joined
us. He is talking up a storm now and can say anything parrot-like.
He was looking for you at the San Diego house last time they were down.
He had found a small black plastic rat, and your dad told him, "I think
that belongs to Nana." Then he started saying, "Nana?, Nana?" in his funny
way and walking through the house. You will be amazed when you see him.

So, this is quite a new develpment? marriage? Hmmm.

Again, I could only see that one picture. The attachments look like
they are there, but won't open.
The beach house kitchen is now granite and cream and brown, with two
reminders of the sunny yellow left.

It looks quite pretty and Bob (Vila) is pleased, so hopefully, we'll have a habitable house for the
Thanksgiving feast.