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Sunday, July 21 2002
The field which leads into the Vale of Cashmere is, I learned from studying maps of Prospect Park, called "Nelly's Field." This is appropriate, given all the the Nellies one sees strolling through on their way to hot man-on-man action. The part of this field nearest the dry Vale fountains is a place Gretchen and I call "the Birthday Spot" in honor of Sally's last birthday (which we held here). We were there again today with Sally, this time to eat a couple of burritos from La Taqueria while a couple of guys practiced batting wiffle balls fifty feet away. "They're not as good as they used to be," Gretchen said of La Taqueria's burritos. She seemed to think the rice didn't used to be this greasy, but this seemed like a phantom issue to me. I don't know what it is, but Gretchen is always trying to find some reason to dislike La Taqueria burritos. To my thinking, though, they make some of the best burritos I've ever had, and they're only three or four blocks from where we live. Why fight that?
In somewhat related news, there is a new Indian restaurant opening on 7th Avenue, and if it's any good at all it can expect lots of business from us. But since (in a metaphoric sense) it is grass growing on our side of the fence, I have a fear that Gretchen will find it not quite green enough.

In completely unrelated news, in the process of doing the laundry, Gretchen left the basement key in the basement door just a little too long today and Jane, the crazy woman from upstairs, came by and confiscated it, as she does with all keys she finds in public areas of the building. It's only a matter of time before she posts another note saying she found a key, and that if we'd like to submit to receiving one of her rambling psychotic three-page handwritten letters, then we should contact her forthwith. We've decided that it's easier to just duplicate the key. Luckily we have an extra.

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