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10/26/2004: "Saying"

Today I was four places: home, car, work, the public library, back to work, back home. While I was at two of those places (home, car) no one else was present. spoke to no one at the library, although I had a conversation with one person on the walk back to work. The two locations are diagonally across the street from one another. Nevertheless, I can count conversations with twenty different people over the course of the day. Conversations have to be more than greetings and involve both people present -- and I exclude also the two unsolicited phone cals I received since I got home. I don't intend to leave home for the rest of the night, and I doubt that I will have any more conversations. But twenty, without going out of my way....that's quite a few. "On behalf of the session", I presented a Bible to a former deacon. I joked with Mrs. Fibbitson about bears. Mr Chillip and I spoke about Saturday's wedding; then Mr. Murdstone came by and interrupted to ask Chillip about the community Thanksgiving service. Mr. Murdstone did not actually address me or include me in the conversation so I do not consider that I spoke with him. I asked several teachers if they would work outside for me; they refused. I told one a friend was in the hospital. The receptionist told me how she gave the money for the griddle in the kitchen, in honor of her late husband. I explained why I refuse to discuss politics. I discussed history, politics where all the political figures are dead, instead.