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May. 10th, 2007 09:36 pmJack and I returned to the antiques flea market in Brimfield today. On our way to meet Jane and Corinne, I passed a woman whose T-shirt proclaimed, "I survived Brimfield."
It's now 11 hours, one lovely soak in the tub, and wild salmon for dinner later. I'm still not sure I qualify to wear that shirt myself. ( The dust-crusted details )
Brimfield is great conditioning for BaggieCon (SF fans at the Winnipeg Folk Festival). That's what I keep telling myself. I wish I had an in-house massage therapist, and a whirlpool tub, too.
It's now 11 hours, one lovely soak in the tub, and wild salmon for dinner later. I'm still not sure I qualify to wear that shirt myself. ( The dust-crusted details )
Brimfield is great conditioning for BaggieCon (SF fans at the Winnipeg Folk Festival). That's what I keep telling myself. I wish I had an in-house massage therapist, and a whirlpool tub, too.
