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this morning we went to a posh brunch with live jazz, at the historic hawthorne hotel in salem. we sat in plush armchairs, there were more dishes than we could possibly try, and afterwards we strolled around town trying desperately to digest a little. we went in a bookstore that was a little overwhelming -- we left our finds behind when we couldn't find the register to ask if they took cards. hmm.



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tomorrow morning kirk has his surgery at the periodontist
& i am staying home to take care of him and make mashed potatoes.