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To: Gauguin who wrote (26895)	5/31/1999 4:51:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Waterproof soap box for showers. That's an idea. I have a waterproof soap box that I use when travelling, because I am an Ivory soap baby, and no one ever puts Ivory in hotels. Just put the box in the shower on the soap thingie, soap rack? That can't be right. Why would anyone want to rack a soap? And while we're at it, you never did tell me what a squared-off 6x6 is called. They call it "timber" at the hardware store, I looked. But that can't be right either. Timber is what you have when it's growing on your land. Like heads of cattle, rather than cows. Ranchers don't have cows, they have heads of cattle. "I've got 60 head of cattle on the back 40, and 2000 head of timber." Or something.

To: Gauguin who wrote (26895)	5/31/1999 5:26:00 PM
From: jpmac	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

I didn't know about your honeymoon excursion. I didn't know there was a Golden Gate Park sewage plant. There all those years, and I missed it. And I missed your picture of it. Maybe you could show it to me sometime. I remember the heart-attact dream. I have it out, both to remind myself to send you your return package and to reread it. It's wonderful. And familiar. Wonderful? Not so while in it, but the telling of it. You know? The closest was the shot-in-the-back dream. Shot lots of times in the back. I was dying. Lying there in the park at the foot of a statue, bleeding to death, and no one but the shooters around. I was thinkin' how cool it is to have someone to cover your back. And I was singin' in my sleeping head "last night I dreamed my eyes rolled straight back in my head. If you die in your dreams, do you die in your bed." And I woke up and I was choking, couldn't get any air. I'd got so my head was laying back over the pillow, flopped back, all cock-eyed, and I was choking on flem stuff (nasty). It took a good while to be able to get air into me. I didn't go back to sleep that night. Or to bed. Sitting on the couch, watching late night t.v., seemed the safest. Yeh, sleeping can be as tiring as awake life. I feel like I'm pulling double shifts these days.