Peter can play "Knock, Knock, Knocking on Heaven's Door," on guitar pretty well now.
It's Friday, so we made pizza. There's a Bob Marley concert on PBS, so Peter and I are watching it, singing all the songs, looking up the chords to Redemption Song. (Last week they showed a John Dever concert.) Then we flip stations and watch Sarah Palin. After McCain chose her, I had friends calling me to ask, "what does your family think of Palin?" I'm the person with the conservative connections.
Tomorrow the Idol tour ends in Tulsa. A friend has an extra seat in the third row, and I'm not going, so that's something. My esprit d'escalier: ask David Cook to record your outgoing message on your phone. He's such a goof, you know he will do it. Why did I not think of this when I could have had him do it for me? I gave my friend Jane the idea though, and of course, he did it for her yesterday. The message is subversive, but you knew it would be.
Dinner with friends from Niamey on Sunday. Other than that, no plans, except maybe buying some wool, it's suppose to be in the 50s this week in Moscow. Think we'll get to use our plane tickets on Wednesday?
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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