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Saturday, April 11, 2015

mail day

This morning we served the hungry and went to a not-bad meeting.  Then we drove out to the Goddess Temple.  The weather was perfect: slightly cool with a breeze.

We waited an hour for someone to show up and had a nice time waiting.  I sat at a picnic table writing letter after letter.

Then Ming helped the guy construct the pavilion.  They made some progress.

Then we drove home with a friend in the car and stopped at a Smith's for some groceries.  It seemed to take forever.

Now I feel sick but am drinking watered down grape juice and getting a bunch of mail ready to send.

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