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12/12/2003: "Envy"


So they've gone to Hawaii, for a wedding. I don't much care for this. They left before the snow, enjoying the tropical breezes, native hospitalities and sensuous delights, while I was walking in cold wet socks across a slippery, barren landscape. Never mind my Thoreau moment; I could have had that looking at the surf and a Polynesian sunset. They missed the wind and the rain, while I was walking in cold, wet socks (again) across a saturated, mushy landscape. God created Maui, between waters and waters, just as He did the Great Swamp; I could meditate just as easily there as here. The bright side: She made little cookie reindeer, with pretzels for antlers and M & Ms for eyes, and one of the antlers broke off, and I ate it. Thanks, Jen; wish you were here.

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