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Kristin’s yard sale suggestion should not go unheeded. She originally suggested it to fund Gonzo’s surgery, but he has since been given a fairly clean bill of health (bow to the fishy fat oil!). It doesn’t matter, though. We have plenty of crap to get rid of, and we could really use whatever money could be squeezed from it. And I’m sure K&J have things they’d like to give the ol’ heave-ho to. We all do. So, a list:

+ Our hideously octagonal dining room table and its uncomfortable chairs

+ Whatever leftover unwanted books I don’t sell online

+ Plenty of old VHS movies we don’t watch

+ Trinkets galore: candle holders, paperweights, a black light

+ A box of Student Publications pencils (unless anyone wants those for a sentimental keepsake)

+ Our big broken green chair (if anyone will take it; if not, it’s dumpster time)

+ My inflatable chair and ottoman (which didn’t sell in our last yard sale)

+ Clothes

I’m sure there’s more. I just have to dig it out of the closet. Weather pending, of course, what about Saturday the 22nd? Everyone’s welcome to join the festivities. We would probably have it on the tennis court here at Havenwood.

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And now, the secular humanist anthem.

“God”

by John Lennon

God is a Concept by which

We measure our pain

I’ll say it again

God is a Concept by which

We measure our pain

I don’t believe in magic

I don’t believe in I-ching

I don’t believe in Bible

I don’t believe in Tarot

I don’t believe in Hitler

I don’t believe in Jesus

I don’t believe in Kennedy

I don’t believe in Buddha

I don’t believe in Mantra

I don’t believe in Gita

I don’t believe in Yoga

I don’t believe in Kings

I don’t believe in Elvis

I don’t believe in Zimmerman

I don’t believe in Beatles

I just believe in me…and that reality

The dream is over

What can I say?

The dream is over

Yesterday

I was the Dreamweaver

But now I’m reborn

I was the Walrus

But now I’m John

And so dear friends

You’ll just have to carry on

The dream is over