Saturday, July 23, 1994

I’m now printing out a picture that I hope and pray comes out OK, but I’m not going to look till it’s done.

Amazingly enough, no calls from Fran. He must not have gotten his letter yet.

If Kim tried to call back, then I don’t know about it, cuz at one point I turned the ringer off. We were busy and that’s usually when the phone rings.

I put up all those rose pictures last night and today. In my bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, and the back door.

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