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Let's see, I have a little updating to do, for those of you who have been following Herman van Bon's merry correspondence from Klaas Voogds. Herman sent me, via yahoo, a fascinating self portrait of and by Inez Lenders, bedecked in one of her original photomillinery designs. I think Inez may have sent it to him for me, but I can't be sure. You can
view the image right here. Technology isn't my strong suit , but I seem to have been able to post this. Thank you both.
I am refocusing on something other than the wedding pages, in an attempt of become a more serious person. How am I doing so far? Suffice it to say that two professors, of the undottering sort, were featured. They, like so many academic couples , will now have to have a long-distance, commuter marriage because of the scarcity of tenure track positions in universities. In additon, Mike Wallace fixed up his granddaughter, and she married the guy. It's not every woman who would dare to go out with a gentleman of her grandfather's choice. Of course, Mike is a grandfather of distinction.
Last but not least, the Abraham-Hicks Manifestation and Discussion Group had a meeting involving great hilarity and uplifting of mood last evening. We dined at The Little Nest (translated from the Italian), where the chef-owner generously presented us with a complimentary bottle of wine. He did know one of us, but I like to think it is a tribute to the positive energy we exude. He repeated, "Don't marry me, I'm a terrible husband", several times throughout the evening. I don't think he was trying to ply us with liquor for unsavory purposes, but one never knows. We retained our ladylike, dainty manners, in spite of the temptations proffered. I was introduced to Limoncello which you can purchase or make yourself .
Photo note: We also manifested this glorious sunset over the harbor. This was a group effort, no kidding, spotted, pointed out, and directed by everyone. I did the shooting . Someone had to do the dirty work.