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Eels & Shark Monday, Oct. 05, 2009 - 1:12 a.m. Yesterday morning we had the privilege and pleasure of watching the grand final of the national rugby league. The Paramatta Eels versus the Melbourne Storm. The Storm won, but John and I became fans of an Eels player by the name of Nathan Hindmarsh. He was playing with a shoulder injury, and yet managed to rack up 64 tackles. What a fabulous game. --- John and I also happened across KOFY's broadcast of Gidget, the single season Sally Field show. We spotted Martin Milner as a Kahuna, and Harvey Korman as a cop. --- Late last night, I practiced my bass playing for the first time in awhile; my calluses are holding up between sessions, so I'm not going to worry about not playing while I'm traveling. Speaking of which, I will be heading back to Anaheim in a couple of weeks. --- John's happy with his haircut. I didn't have to chase him around with the scissors fixing stickyups. --- Greg Norman and Chris Evert, who got married fifteen months ago, are separating. They never even decided where to live and each kept their residences. I'm coming up on eighteen years, having spent every moment of my married life living in a one bedroom one bath one closet apartment, with my husband. Mind you, I'm certainly no perfect angel. We've had our moments. But divorce never comes up, at least certainly not seriously. How on earth do two people richer than Roosevelt and each with their own home fail to find happiness? I guess he must have lipped out one too many times. --- All right, that's it. Have a good Monday. ---
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