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To: Gauguin who wrote (12226)	8/31/1998 11:28:00 AM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

My my, SI is quiet today. Funerary like. Like people sit on pallets, and slide back into the bushes. Like disappearing, in a funhouse. Compulsive people, impulsive people, like moi, will usually scream out something at this point. Then everyone disapproves, and heck, gradually the time goes by.

To: Gauguin who wrote (12226)	8/31/1998 11:45:00 AM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

We could have, like a contest. I know they're dull, and everybody's groaning, but it could be fun. I tried to think of something, for an award, for the winner, and I looked out the window, and honestly, the first thing I came up with was a piece of dirt. Then I realized I could simply call it A Piece of Oregon, for the winner. Then I thought, well, how about a piece of wood. I have lots of wood. I could UPS a piece of wood to somebody. I have a slice-y chunk of Oregon black walnut, which is quite different from "regular" eastern and southern black walnut, that looks like ET. The Phone Home one. This walnut is much, much, more colorful. Rainbow-ish. Ish. There he is again. ET is smiling. But I probably wouldn't send that piece. Oh ~ the contest would be, (as usual, I know), to "call the bod dum." I'm still honing my guess, but I guess I need to do it before it happens. No ridiculing will be allowed. Like if I muse that it will be in the next three days, maybe even this afternoon, nobody gets to snap at me. It's just a piece of wood.

To: Gauguin who wrote (12226)	8/31/1998 11:45:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 71178

I woke up this morning wondering how much I could make in a yard sale if I sold my shoes. Enough to send CW to college? To satisfy your curiosity about the condition of my closet... It's very organized-unlike the rest of my life. We have separate closets and Dan's is terrible-I never go near it. Mine is in categories, by seasons of course, and then it scales down from cocktail dresses to Sunday type, to yuppie PTA outfits to casual- jackets, slacks and blouses. The silly thing is that I only wear cutoffs and tank tops in the summer and jeans and turtlenecks in the winter. And Keds. The shoes are in boxes stacked on about 10 feet of shelf-the rest of the shelf which is I guess about 15 feet is hats and small carry on luggage things. We have dozens of these because Dan gets them as gifts at all his schmoozy business trips. we have so many that I sneak them into the trash late at night. The boys use them as book bags. we give them to overnight guests. Dan says his closet is very organized too. THere is no floor. Just a mass of athletic gear and stuff to go to the cleaners. CW doesn't hang anything. He thinks it's silly. Ammo's closet I cleaned last week. True story. I took everything out and in the corner was a lunch bag, one of those cloth ones from the Container Store. "I guess you can throw this out," I said to Ammo who was reading some comic books that had been hidden under his old baseball uniforms. There was something in it so I cautiously peeked. There was a thermos. Stupidly I opened it. It was a used thermos. With spaghettios in it. "When was the last time you took lunch to school?" I asked. Ammo thought a second "End of the seventh grade." Ammo is a sophomore. I closed the thermos, put it back in the bag and said, "Take this down to the garage-now." We also found a plastic Halloween pumpkin still half full of candy. Ammo hasn't been trick-or-treating in two years. Although I told him to throw it out with the thermos, yesterday I noticed a lot of Tootsie Roll wrappers in his trash can. My guess is the pumpkin is under his bed, but I'm not going to look. I have to recover from the closet before I can face the bed. I was telling Dan about Jenny last night and he thought it was very funny that Steve lives in the Philippines.