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4206 May 2007 Last week I visited Canada to collect my furniture and pack what's left of my possessions. It will be good to dampen out the echoes in my empty San Francisco apartment. Echoes which are caused mostly by Widget's incessant running in her wheel. "Quiet as a mouse" indeed. This visit to Canada was the strangest one yet. My grandmother smelled something funny when the oil furnace fired up, put two and two together and arrived at four hundred and twenty. She became convinced that I was smoking marijuana. She confiscated my house key and the rest of the visit became somewhat strained. A friend caught in the crossfire was accused of being a dealer. My assurances that I've never taken anything stronger than a Tylenol went unbelieved. Heck, I don't even drink coffee. I think this tops the time I was describing my proposal for a robotic lock cracker and Mr Grant (the high school vice principal) asked me in all seriousness if I was drunk. It has been a long week. It is good to be back home. Random video of the week: Impromptu in C sharp minor Op.28 No.3 |