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  • "they would be sure to ask the one question I had never anticipated" brings back to mind the time we decided to make a major change-around at home. With just the two of us, and me about as handy as a new-born, the constant dilemma was: leave me at home with the workmen, and never have the right answers; or chance sending me off to get building materials. Antonio would usually decide on the latter. It would take him from knock-off time (for the workmen; around 5 pm) till sundown (late, as it was summer: around 9pm) to write me detailed, and I mean DETAILED, instructions for the day-after's supplies. And, every morning, I would heft the sheets and sheets of closely-written notes into a document case and trog off. By the end of the two months, because that's how long it all took, the 'notes' had achieved epic proportions. And, by the way, he'd managed to anticipate every single one of the darn questions! I don't have an illustrating photo for this, so I'm going to put one up that has absolutely nothing to do with anything (it's our local churchyard, with a spikey agave). But..I like it.
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