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After the disaster of deleting all of the pictures on my friend's memory card and being aided by such kind readers as Amy and Andy, Stacey, Teresa, koroshiya, Adam, and Amy C., I ended up just telling my friend what I'd done and hoping they'd be zen enough in their post-baby birthing bliss not to give a shit. And they didn't! But I learned a lot about retrieving deleted files, so thanks, as usual, to the smartypantses in the world. My sister never ceases to entertain me. She went to visit Berkeley this weekend, and she called me while jogging on Berkeley Pier and reported, "The beauty -- it's just ... ridiculous," followed by out of breath, hysterical laughter. She stayed with my cousin's friend in what he repeatedly labeled "the heart of gay San Francisco," enjoyed some great solo meals, rented a convertible and drove along the coast, missed her flight Sunday morning, ended up with a day-long layover in Vegas, took a shuttle to the Strip, went to play blackjack, and had herself some jack and cokes in ESPN Zone, where she plunked herself down to watch the women's game that she was not in New Orleans to watch due to her inability to hear her alarm clock that morning. She's now flying back to California for the second consecutive weekend to interview at Stanford, because she feels like the business school is calling her name. She is a maniac! My mom and I worked in my front yard all day yesterday, planting irises and day lilies and ferns, all transplanted from my grandmother's yard years ago to her yard and now to mine. They are all in shock and look pathetic, but she assures me that they're hardy and will take. I am going to try to keep them alive. It's a work in progress to be sure.
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