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August 7, 1989 Tuesday.
Dear Henry:
Warm day. Earthquake. Woke other people up.
Not me. Maybe my house is better built. Perhaps I sleep
like my father. only a big earthquake would disturb him.
Celebrating my birthday on Sunday Aug 13/89. A young woman
age 22 who is an expert cook is coming to help. I am having
fresh salmon that a fisherman brings to the farmers market
every Saturday morning. There will be 7 people , plus the
girl.
Claire Willett, next door, has offered several times to shop
for me. But shopping is one of my outdoor pleasures.
When I drive in the rush hour, I call it Russian Roulette.
Very stimulating. Like waiting to be hanged. Someday, I
may be happy to have someone shop for me. Bought some
beautiful grapes last week. I enjoyed them, poison and
all. 59 cents a lb.
From now on. I plan to hire a cook when I entertain.
Claire's mother Nellie, will be away for a month. Visiting
Ireland etc.
Enclosing some educational material.
I may enclose a copy of a letter that I sent to a couple of
rich young people. One of their playmates is the only son
of the owner of the FISHMARKET RESTAURANT. Their money may
spoil them. It is the best way to get spoiled.
It is now l0.55 PM. Still must do the dishes.
