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10/06/2004: "Sunset"



There were only a few of us yesterday; Pete and Ralph, Bill, Frank, Jack, Gus, and myself. We picked up trash. Our dumpsters were gone. We moved the recycling to the little gazebo. We picked up the green stuff and put it inside the big barn. We moved the last of the pallets into the other barn. We pulled up stakes and recoiled the ropes which protected the athletic fields. The water guy came and took the water bottles away; I drained the water cooler. We picked up hay and put it in the woods. I put some hay into the sinkhole. Herself came down with the Crown Prince in his car seat, and she looked things over. We talked. She had family in who had been at the wedding, and her mind was on hospitality. Everyone went away, one by one. I locked all the doors and went back to work.




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