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No Salted Fish, Please

Monday, July 7, 2008 -- A day off from running. And boy did I enjoy it.

The gas and cable were installed at the apartment. Fascinating part of the day: when I opened the door for both the cable man and gas man, both stepped immediately out of their shoes. Neither missed a beat. Me? I'm clumsy. Falling around. Untying my shoes. I admit, I still haven't gotten used to removing my shoes.

I had a quick dinner with Claudine at a local place. We had a popular dish – Chicken Rice. Essentially boiled chicken and rice. Another dish had “salted” fish. I went to take a bite. Claudine yelled, “No! No! Smaller.” I picked it apart. “No, smaller.” Three attempts later I got it down to the size of a small pea. Pure salt. Not so good.

I packed for trip. Lights out at midnight!

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