Four days have now passed and suddenly we are nearing the end of our sojourn.
(Apologies - most of these photos are out of order, as gz often complains I too blame Blogger.)
Still, as it has my trademark "1970s sepia" mask in place.and saw streets with life murals etched and meanwhile at home the fans kept blowing and sucking the moisture from the air and the walls and our souls. (Being overly dramatic for - well, for dramatic effect I suppose).
The sourdough finally worked on the last loaf attempted.
We did those jobs today that are a p.i.t.a.
Returns and refunds. Exchanges. And yet - charmed existence, all store clerks most helpful and kind, time requirement negligible, all needs met. I even scored a shirt while not exactly what I wanted but better than expected and when mother-in-law saw it exclaimed "wait" and gifted me a black and white patterned skirt that matched it PERFECTLY, it was another sign of a blessed day.
Meanwhile in Australia the three hat trick that a certain bank has been playing (blogged about a few weeks ago) had another chapter with involvement from all corners of the globe and modern communication methods - and achieved a significant breakthrough. Not a "stick a fork in it, it's done" breakthrough but one involving a chink of light from the very end of a proverbial tunnel.
Still couldn't turn back time and give us a Padres win yesterday.
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