Nothing weird up our sleeves
No bus rides, no unusual denizens doing their thangs; just a quick visit to the nearest farmers' market, which is still pretty small, mostly featuring fresh greens and asparagus.
Onward with one of the three Angela Carter novels I've found recently...The Magic Toyshop, described as "gothic."
Onward with one of the three Angela Carter novels I've found recently...The Magic Toyshop, described as "gothic."
posted by isabelita at 10:27 AM
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I think Roger and I walked around your neighborhood yesterday. I wish I had known your address. We wondered if we were near you, and I kept listening for chickens.
Sorry to hear about your car. What a bummer. I loved the story abou the guy in camo, clucking, and laying an egg. City life at its weirdest.
I'm cooking for a party of 10 tomorrow...going to the local purveyor of all things organic....should be a wonderful distraction.
Well Robin, ya coulda e-mailed me...
'spike, what's this "local purveyor?" Have a swell time!
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