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Even the most wonderful, agreeable clients are unhappy sometimes (well, with the exception of my mother).  The trouble is figuring out why they’re unhappy. What’s wrong with this bunny? Are his ears to floppy? Are his feet too big? Is he just, too.. uh…  cutesy?

No point in taking things personally, I know. And yet, my bunny was a little offended, so I am putting him on this blog to make him feel better. There now, I think he’s smiling again…

“He had soft hands, and no sense of money, almost none at all. He was an albino in that, a freak. A Jew with out money is like a dog without teeth. The urgency of it, yes, he often knew that but its presence was all accident, like rain, it came or it did not” (14).

“Life is weather. Life is meals. Lunches on a blue checked cloth on which salt has spilled” (25).

“A perfect day begins in death, in the semblance of death, in deep surrender. The body is soft, the soul has gone forth, all strength, even breath” (35).

Klicker’s Strawberries are the tastiest strawberries I’ve ever tasted. According to KlickerStrawberry.com, their strawberries are famous for flavor. They grow at the base of the Blue Mountains, and they are still owned by the Klicker family (fourth generation).

We bought this 7 lb tub of strawberries on Sunday. It is now Tuesday, and I think they will be all gone tomorrow. Yowza.

Klicker’s also has the tastiest pickles I’ve ever tasted. The Sweet Fire ones. With jalapenos. My parents had a dozen of them shipped to New Mexico, that’s how good they are.