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doorbustin donna wondered who the poet was at the tabard breakfast table. dear donna, i was so ticked at the very rude remarks of his mate that i am not super sure, i kept my eyes trained on my scones, but i suspect that it was gary snyder.

i wonder whether and what time you got up this morning to go shopping today, miss lady. a little tiny part of me wishes that i could have been with you strategizing about which retail corner to take first. i think that i would have liked the plotting, but not so much the actual shopping.

i got to sit and read some over the past few days. not much of anything, but i got to read the new yorker piece on bratz dolls, the piece in the same issue on wbai and bob fass. i also read a sweet piece on dulce de leche in the NYT magazine. i wanted to climb into the picture and work with the fellows at their kitchen table.

the christmas holiday was happy at my parents' house. others thought that it was more mellow than in previous years, but we managed to have lots of laughs anyway. reese told me she didn't really need any of the things that i gave her. i could tell that riley wasn't quite sure what to make of the orange pants i gave him, but i think that maybe he liked the hat. he surely enjoyed the pop rocks.

i am so pleased that i received many sweet, small gifts from my family. they know me very well...they know that i like small, green things that i will use. and my generous parents gave me the means to buy a digital camera. i ordered one from amazon this afternoon and i am very, very excited. maybe i will even be able to take it to n.y.c. to see shelley this weekend?

my parents deposited me at mindy and mary's today. mindy left a book for me to read with an imperative scrawled in her imperious hand.