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To: elpolvo who wrote (20367)	12/26/2002 4:32:16 PM
From: Clappy	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 104155

Holy Moly we had a lot of snow. 14-16 inches. The in-laws had to sleep over. That made things fairly interesting especially after Duffy the Wonder Pooch decided that the old Castro Convertible in the basement seemed like a good place to pee. Frigin dog waited until the bed was pulled out with the sheets and blankets all set and then he climbed up there and whizzed right in the middle of it all. Managed to soak two pillows, also. What the fug was he thinking. Capped the evening off by crapping in the kids's room. I figure he felt like giving a few gifts... Perhaps the snow was too high for him. Aside from that we all had a fun time. Santa was good to the kids. They were very happy and surprised. I'm finished shoveling and snow blowing. I even made a dog walking path in the grass so the dog has a place to lower his arse. -Crappy

To: elpolvo who wrote (20367)	12/27/2002 1:30:15 AM
From: abuelita	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 104155

tanks- at our annual boxing day get together with harold's family today, we uncovered a time capsule that we buried in 1989. everyone had a chance to read/view what they had buried 13 years ago. we were to have opened it in the year 2000 but didn't. this is the message my mother-in-law buried: at my age, i'm not too crazy about projecting my thoughts ten years ahead - to the year 2000 for god's sake - sounds like science fiction. and will i even still be here? will i be healthy or will i be hanging around like an old and ugly baby? in any case, i have no clever reflections to leave for posterity, so here is a translation from marcus aurelius: "time is a river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes it's place, and this too will be swept away. and so are we all, snowflakes falling into the lightless river of time." also, somebody said "growing old is one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living." I hope i've read it well. .. i looked on her with renewed admiration this evening. joser