Kevin says hello. He's my friend. He carves totem poles and masks from cedar trees. Everybody around here wants to buy one of his carvings. He is also a singer and uses the drum, so if we have an event or party or anything, then Kevin might come and begin with an invocation. I go over to his house sometime to eat. His wife Pat -- also very nice. Then I play the piano. They have a good old upright. Any way, he says hello.
Neil is here. He said I could leave a box for storage in his garage. Last year I left ten boxes, but since then I have accumulated more stuff. I don't like living in my car, but at least I have a good place to keep my stuff -- I call it attic stuff, stuff you put away and never look at -- you just keep it -- ten boxes, but now it's eleven.
Connie Funk grows the best hydrangeas in the Skagit Valley. She has her place out on Dodge Valley Road -- not to confuse anybody but Dodge Valley is a little place in the Skagit Valley -- but, back to the hydrangeas -- Connie has the very best, luscious, green, thick, abundant plants, with huge blooms from pink to blue in a 50-foot hedge, right next to the house, on the north side, not too much sun.
Funny about plants. I didn't use to like hydrangeas, but now I do.
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