The wheat dress
is completely done; Nicola came over last night and was very complimentary. And
during the next week I have only my visit with Dr. Shoja and one dinner with a
friend so I expect to finish the apron soon too. Then on to a dress I am
calling the architecture dress.
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One day I will
stop writing about my speech. One day I may even stop wanting to write about it; one day it may stop being an issue but
right now within an hour or two of getting up every fucking morning there comes
the moment when I try to speak and can’t. Sigh.
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Nicola and I
went to Ancora restaurant last night
and we were alone upstairs on a quiet night. We had the best of times. Our
server has a mega million-dollar smile and was a joy, like the food. It’s
easily become my favourite restaurant. I am going back Monday night.
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The clear cold
days are supposed to end today with snow. Choosing where to go for a walk—that
is to say where there will be no ice—is a challenge. Another thing about winter
walking is that when you are facing the sun it is brutally hard on the eyes,
even with dark glasses, because the sun is so low in the sky.
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