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Things I Do Coffee. Boccacio's Decameron. Fresh blackberries. Italian shoes. Just about any Zinfandel, anywhere. Warm summer nights. The moon and the ocean. Cars, quick and fast. Quick and clever horses. Late mornings. Laughing with friends. Crying with friends. Silver-mounted bits, preferably from Garcia's. Anything Vermeer painted. Anything Joan Miro painted. Hamley saddles. Baroque recorder. The music of Astor Piazzola. Renaissance literature. Mexican food and California salads. |
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Things I Don't Do Morning. Tub baths (except for recreation). Anything that involves cooking a poor innocent avocado. Unresponsive horses. Chardonnay. Overwitten short stories. The East Coast for more than four days. Being inside for more than 2 hours. Pretentious art in any form. Elevator music. The same old same old. Give up, even when I should. Easy-listening radio. Puritanism, in any form. Home cooking. Walking slowly. |
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Some Bits About Phetsy |
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Click here for my self-portrait.
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What's in a name (mine)?
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