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| Aloha Mitchell |
It's 7:48 a.m. I woke at 7:00, Beth at 6:00, and Rami and Evie are still sleeping. Mitch flew back to Santa Monica last night, and we will surely miss him. Beth is taking the day off from school, and we'll spend the day continuing to set up the house. We made great progress yesterday — or more specifically, Mitchell did. I've been suffering from allergies the past few days, complete with a nagging cough, so I've started taking loratadine again.Thursday turned out to be another beautiful day weather-wise, with a high of around 80°. I was convinced it was Wednesday until Evie set me straight around 10:30. When I got up at 7:30, Rami and Mitch were already up and working, and Beth was at school. I had my coffee with Evie, read the newspapers online, and wrote the blog, publishing it by 9:30. Mitch was putting in a half day of work, and since Evie needed a few things for dinner, I drove to Albertsons around 10:30 to pick them up. Rami was having a productive day and spent most of the morning working in his study.
I was home before noon and decided to have lunch, finishing off the spaghetti and ground beef from earlier in the week. Around 1:00, I lay down for another nap — I was still unusually tired, with no pep, as my Dad used to say. From about 2:00 to 4:00, the three of us tackled the garage: Rami delegating, and Mitch and I doing the heavy lifting. We assembled two seven-foot storage racks, which took a solid hour, but by 4:30, we had made a real dent in getting things organized.
Meanwhile, Evie was busy putting together a wonderful Turkish dinner: Tas Kebab, roasted cauliflower, and a salad. I took the dogs for a walk to the lake and returned just in time for happy hour. I opened a nice bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon to pair with the Tas Kebab, and we sat down to dinner around 6:30, followed by another cooking show.
At 7:16, Mitchell headed to the airport via Uber — too soon, alas. Around 8:30, Evie went up to bed while Rami, Beth, and I caught some of the Masters. They turned in around 9:30, and I watched a bit of basketball until 10:00.
THE LORD'S PRAYER: MARK TWAIN
O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it — for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen. THE LORD'S PRAYER: MARK TWAIN