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February 9.

In yesterday's entry I failed to mention the cannon shot (the only one) which made Sahtik and me take the U-turn when going downtown to Carina's.

Today, there was not even a single one.

In the morning I went to the Site to find the poles I had cut out for the projected retaining wattle were not there.

I visited Armen, the nearest neighbor from the opposite side of the gorge.

He pointed out that the poles were cut down at the gorge bottom. Because their house is located above, everything from down there is theirs.

Maybe, he put it in a softer way, yet the core, when stripped of diplomatic wrappings, was just that.

I most politely declined a drink proposed by him to varnish it all over.

Carina with her children came on a visit to our place.

After lunch, two pages from Joyce.

The water-walk and taking a bath (in the tub) are ahead.

Sahtik intends to leave Ahshaut home tonight.
Well, we'll see.

The mother-in-law and Roozahna went over to Underground already.

Good night.

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