The Wormlips Scrapbook

I hadn’t seen “my” refugee from Bhutan for three weeks due to what was, at best, a series of miscommunications in her family. To be honest, these most recent of many flakeages had finally started to exasperate me. It’s a half-hour drive to get there, and I build my schedule around that weekly time slot. [...]

Karen and Jane visited today from Sac’to. I always love seeing them. We took BART to SF and messed around Chinatown, where Jane found me a pig I had to buy. Here they are in Union Square above a carving of “Blue Eyed Grass.” When I got home I found an e-mail from Lulu directing [...]

Yesterday afternoon Yo-Nenny and Jason (who happens to be her husband) came over. We played seventeen-thousand, four-hundred-twenty-two million games of double canfield. During breaks, Yo-Nenny would go check her e-mail as Jason tried to sneak up on her.