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Tuesday, Apr. 26, 2011 - 5:01 p.m.

Here are a couple of pictures from around where Paul Kidd is staying:

First, here's the beautiful little wheat colored cat that was skulking around the perimeter of the property when I had my camera in hand:

Tamara informs me that this cat's name is Jazz. I first met Jazz when she came boiling down the chimney and tumbled out of the fireplace into the family room. Jazz took one look at me, made for the hills, and the picture you see above was taken out in the back yard with a telephoto setting because this is as close as Jazz ever came to me for the rest of my visit.

Paul has beseeched me not to write Jazz off completely, lest there be an impression that Jazz hates everything.

He says Jazz most assuredly does NOT hate everything.

Just things that are organic.

And here we have Paul's guitar. It's a left-handed Epiphone, the only one I've ever seen up close, and so beautiful:

He had been learning to play when a number of life crises intervened, and has only recently picked it up and begun dithering around with it again. As one middle-aged crisis musician to another, all I can do is wish him well and bless his efforts and reassure him that there will be a day that he can quit looking at the frets and just enjoy playing.

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Paul and I and the housemates just got back from Swancon.

I have eleventy skillion pictures to sort and upload, so the convention report will take some time.

Everything here is well, including, knock on wood, my allergies. I'd been suffering for the first week, but they've cleared up, and at times, are better than they've been even in San Francisco.

In the cultural inculcation department: I can now tell the currency by touch when coins are in my pocket, and I now order chips instead of french fries. Tah dah!

That's it until next time. Thanks for reading!

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