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We are very busy packing and unloading stuff. It's hard sometimes trying to figure out what to give away and what to try to sell. Like the leather sofa. Surely somebody will give us money for it. But really, we just want it to disappear. It would be really good to get these two trucks out of here. I have sold the trailer and the bobcat and all the extra guitars.
Our friends from Germany are staying with us. I spent a pleasant day hanging out with my son Zapper and a little German boy. J chatted away the hours, not caring that Jasper did not understand a word he said, and I very little.
Zapper is still insisting on scary stories. And not from a book either. Once I tried to read him a book and he tore it from my hands and threw it across the room. "You make up a scary story!" he hollered. One night I tried to convince him "The Pokey Little Puppy" was a scary story. It is not! he said. It's not scary! But look here, I said, they looked back and the puppy was gone! That's pretty scary! When they crawled under the fence, there were five of them, now there's only four! WOOOOO!
Zapper wasn't buying it. He often will give me the subject. There's a ghost, in a castle, he said, NOW TELL THE STORY! The other day he said there's a head, floating in the sky, with no body, NOW TELL THE STORY!