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August 20, 2011
AM It's a stuffed bus. Mostly young'uns. Between Barrie and Orillia. My Value Village knapsack I went to so much trouble to get is busted already. Why can't our slaves manufacture things better? Plus, my lime bag fell apart. Maybe toting ten books was a bad idea.... Stuffed as I said. Mary's in one of the front seats and I am in one of the last. It's overcast, colours subdued. We'll be where we need to be in about three hours. To that I say: Yippee! Sorry for the emotional outburst. But--I so want to jump in a lake!