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So I fell on the sidewalk on Friday. I went from sun to shade and couldn't see for a moment, and I tripped over a block of the sidewalk that had been pushed upward by almost two inches. Skinned my knee and my elbow on the right side, and I came down on my purse (!!). Fortunately the tiny vial holding a perfume sample did not break, and nor did the very expensive glasses in their hard-sided case, though the case got fairly comprehensively crushed. My ultralight aluminum (?) business card holder is ruined, too. Fie.


In more cheerful news, we drove down the Peninsula to meet friends for a lovely Mexican dinner. On the way back to the freeway, as we were driving up one of the many winding roads to be found in Los Altos Hills, we talked about the homes in the area. "The houses out here are outrageously expensive. You have to be rich to live in one," I said.

"Pretty much," agreed Hardi. We came to a stop sign, where we met an oncoming car with a pizza delivery sign on its roof.

"See?" said Hardi, pointing. "Even the Domino's get delivered by Mercedes."

Reader, I LOL'd.


I have basil plants and more strawberries to pot up; my basil seedlings are not flourishing (*sads*) and the cats gnawed/dug up two of the previous six strawberry plants. Also I want to buy some flowering plants. Place needs color.