Saturday, March 18, 2006:
Caitlin is friend and instant-messaging addicted. Really. We’ve asked or required curtailing, but we can’t sit on her every minute. Could it be? One chooses one’s way, and what follows follows. It’s kind of an invigorating spring-like day. We dismantle that old shed, that has nearly but not quite killed our grass. Later lots of us go to the gem show at the Spanish Fork fairground. That’s an interesting and geeky and quite justifiable sub-culture. There’s another thing it would be good to know about, that we don’t know about.