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Once upon a time there was a leaf pile whose raker considered it to be quite small.  The leaf pile felt very ashamed.  It was ashamed to be such a tiny pile that a grown man could not lay fully on its width.  Nor could the leaf pile stand taller than a grown man.  The leaf pile was quite ashamed.  So ashamed that it wanted to grow very much.  It had eight days before it would have truly failed in life.  A life failure.

The leaf pile from this story is OUR leaf pile.  It really is small (compared to our average leaf pile at this point in time). The eight-day period before failure is the eight days until my birthday on November 3rd. I’ll be 11, and it wouldn’t be the same without a giant leaf pile to jump in as usual.  If our leaf pile had feelings, it would be ashamed.  If it wasn’t, I could definitely make it be.  Thankfully,  it is no longer nonexistent, just fairly average for most other people.  And the leaf blower thing helped, the old plastic toboggan helps for transporting oak-leaf piles to the main one by the maple tree, and more leaves have fallen but aren’t raked yet. Still things dont look the greatest.

Oh, and now on Wednesdays I have gymnastics from 6:30 to 8:00.  Wednesdays are SO hectic.

Well, I ran out of Shakespearian farewells. Let’s try this businesslike one:

We have a meeting scheduled. It will be held at Doran Beach, CA, in July of 2011. Any day you can attend is fine. Good day.

Cordially,

Camryn