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Sunday, 24 December Christmas Eve - A good time for the Donkey Sanctuary.  This
year, though we again brought carrots, we kept them in a bag. The
donkeys were not deceived, however, and came to 'meet' us about two inches
inside the front gate. We waited to get up on the porch for feeding,
though. We learned that lesson last year.The volunteer told us funny stories about some of the animals and poignant stories about others. There is some construction nearby and the animals wander off the property at will. She knows this because one Sunday she closed shop a little early and was surprised to see a group of her donkeys out by the road. They were equally surprised to see her and scooted back into the sanctuary as if to say 'you didn't see us out here'. So, though they may wander, they know where the apples are! I really like the donkeys with their unique personalities. We leave a small donation every year and I always wish I could do more. |
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Lunch was at Salt & Pepper. They have a scrumptious gazpacho which is probably the best I've ever tasted in any restaurant. Hank enjoyed his chicken sandwich and I my salad with (very tender) calamari. We were well pleased. |
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the rest of the afternoon by, and in, the pool. Did I tell you
that Hank brought the world's largest book? Geeze. Thank goodness
for rolling luggage! I was reading Elizabeth Moon's The Speed of Dark and liking it a lot. The protagonist's voice was in my head long after I put the book down. But the end was very disappointing. I don't see how she won a Nebula for it. I traded
it in (there's a book swap at the complex) for Janet Evanovich's second
book which I'd pledged to read as though it were a humor genre and not
mystery. With her first one, Stephanie Plum drove me nuts. Now I'm
pretending she's Bertie Wooster's sister. That works. Dinner was at home - pasta and meat
balls. With the amandelstaff for dessert. |
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