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   bleak deadness that precedes
Thursday, February 28 2008
So it turned out the price Gretchen had obtained from the local Citgo gas station (a local canned propane distributor) was for pounds, not gallons. There are about four pounds in gallon of propane, meaning their price for propane was four times what she'd thought. This information suddenly rendered our plan to operate our kitchen range from small cans of propane economically pointless. Units are important.

This evening our friend Jon the National Geographic explorer and his young Tasmanian girlfriend Fiona picked us up at our house and the four of us went together to the Pupuseria on Broadway in Kingston for something of a dinner date. What with all the kayaking he does all over the world, we don't see all that much of Jon, but every now and then we try to get together. In addition to beers and pupusas, we all did shots of Patron tequila, though Gretchen later regretted her decision to partake.
Jon said that he's in the process of trying to sell his huge green house near Stone Ridge for over $900,000, and though he's had lots of people come through, no one has made any offers. It's expensive for two people to occupy such an enormous house, particularly when they're spending half their time away from it exploring the world.
Being from Tasmania, where there is no snow and seasonal changes are relatively shallow, Fiona isn't acclimated to the brutal and seemingly relentless winters of the Hudson Valley. She finds winter depressing here and would much rather live in some place where one could expect to see insects crawling around every month of the year. I suggested that she wait for Spring, when the sudden exuberance of nature is so invigorating that it almost makes up for bleak deadness in the four to five months that precede it.

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