2

It lasts until 10:45 and then I walk a couple of blocks to 11:00 mass at St. Ann's. A very convenient 5 bucks. My buddy who got me the bill-collecting job got this one for me.

Pam is just about ready to be censured. I'm sitting with the Tues. afternoon Terrors, Pam and Peter. I let her play with the hose, and after changing their already dirty clothes once, things were wet but peaceful until she decided to give the living-room the once-over wetly. I am now even more thoroughly convinced that cork tile is ideal. Anyway, the backyard will be nice and green. The drapes will dry too. These Eichler homes can really take it. At the moment, they're polishing off the last quart of milk.

Are you still having attacks of [Meniere's?] disease? I assume not, if you are able to fall off bar stools again, and come up laughing. If it's recurrent, as it says in the article, I assume that you don't do a great deal of driving. It's a shame that they don't have nice bars down there like they have up here. Of course, there's only one Rudy's. Liz hadn't been off her cane for a week when her two bartenders went out and got themselves hospitalized in a motorcycle accident. They moved one of the fellows from San Jose to the Pally hospital last Fri. The road from Rudy's to that hospital looks to be a well worn one. He'll be there for months.

I'm glad you're feeling well enough to send me cartoon and napkins from the Chi-Chi. My love to Daddy, Grandmother, Cookie and Destiny.
Love,
Marcia