There is much to be thankful for during the Thanksgiving "season." My family has our health, food, clothing and shelter provided, and "The Day after Thanksgiving" sales have concluded.
In our house it's an annual rite of passion. Having that large family, you see, gives rise to a large number of gifts. Add in the glad-to-do-it shopping for my Mom, and the number of gifts to be purchased can be quite staggering--as can the dollars emptying from bank accounts.
So we embrace the process, while trying to avoid rushing in blindly. We have some rules--
* We do not go to any store where the lines are building, and a "bum rush" can occur.
* We do not travel anywhere near the vicinity of the Galleria Mall and the tens of millions of shoppers in that area.
Other than that, we're all in.
This year we purchased a TV for the family, online, on Thanksgiving night at Sam's Club. The gift is from my mother and father-in-laws, and is greatly appreciated. Nailed that down about 10:30 p.m. last night, and this morning at 6 a.m., they were sold out. No idea when they did, but it was gone.
Found other bargains at Radioshack.com, Walmart.com, Staples.com, Sears.com, CircuitCity.com and Amazon.com, all within the safety and comfort of my own home.
Meanwhile....
Susan, Caitlin and Andrew headed out at 4:30 a.m. this morning to hit some of those same stores for things that could not be obtained online, and other stores as well. Since we didn't go to bed until after 2:00 a.m. "plotting" our strategy, they were fueled by adrenaline.
It was a very successful day--we haven't calculated our savings yet, but it's generally substantial, and worth the effort.
In somewhat related news, a Wal-mart employee was trampled to death this morning in Long Island. See why we don't do the "standing in line, waiting on a door to open" thing? What a sad tragedy.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
You Leave Your Water Running When You Brush Your Teeth
Had a friend of mine in Kentucky tell me that he received his water bill, and it revealed that he had used 996,000 gallons of water last month. The bill was $2,067.00. It was in error, and his water company fixed it, but not before a momentary shock hit him.
He reminded me of the story I told him last year while Birmingham was in a drought, with water shortages resulting in "upcharges," and restrictions. Here's the story I told him at that time. Refresh your coffee; it's a long one.
I'm not *the* most earth-friendly person on the planet, but I do my part. We recycle papers, plastics, etc. by dropping them at a depositary a few miles from our house (Heardmont Park). I have installed low-flow shower heads in every bathroom, and low-flow faucets in every sink. We purchased a front-loading, water-mising, top-rated washing machine last Fall that holds one of the biggest loads you can run. In a family of seven, these things add up. Or so I thought.
So the other day I'm reading my newspaper, and I see where the water board has implemented surcharges for going over an allotted amount of water usage each month. I don't know what we use on a regular basis, so I call customer service to discuss the matter with them.
I tell them that I have a large family, and I am concerned about our water usage, so I wanted to see how much water we have been using.
"Do you have your old bills," she asks me?
No ma'am--I pay my bills online, and throw them away when they are paid.
"Some people keep all their bills for tax purposes," she tells me.
I'm thinking, what kind of homeowner keep a water company bill for tax purposes, but I don't say that out loud. I'm not getting a good vibe from the early parts of the conversation.
"No, ma'am, I don't keep mine for tax purposes. I don't deduct my water usage, so that's not one of the bills I keep."
"OK--can you give me your account number?"
Again, I feel inadequate, because I do not have my account number. I eagerly volunteer to her that I know my address, and she says she can look it up from there. I feel adequate again.
"You have no problem," she tells me. You usually use 13,000 or 14,000 CCFs."
I ask her if I can water my lawn.
"Sure, she says. But don't go over your allotment."
I ask her what my allotment is, since I haven't heard it called that.
"12,000 CCF's," she tells me.
My math isn't the greatest, but I remember my > (greater than) signs from grade school, and we seem to already be on the wrong side of the < mark.
"Ma'am, it looks like we are already over what we are supposed to use."
"You're wasting water," she bites. I don't know where that came from, as she suddenly becomes hostile.
"I don't think so," I tell her. I then proceed to tell her the water-saving things that we've done, but explain that with an active family of seven, including five kids who sometimes get themselves and their clothes dirty, it requires water to clean them and to feed and irrigate them.
"You let your water run when you brush your teeth, don't you," she asks me?
I use the Sonic care toothbrush that stays on for two minutes, and never, ever have I let the water run. I tell her that.
"Somebody in your house is letting the water run when they brush their teeth," she tells me as if it is a mathematical axiom that I did not learn when I was learning my "greater than/less than" signs.
I tell her that I really don't think that's the case, but that we have a large family, and water usage is required. But that I'll do a toothbrush check tonight, and make sure that everybody knows not to let the water run while their toothbrush is going.
"How do you water your lawn," she asks me next.
I don't, I tell her. That's part of the reason I was calling--I wanted to try to stay within all the guidelines, but my grass is dying, and needs water.
"Do you have a 55-gallon drum," she inquires upon receiving that response?
My kneejerk reaction is to tell her I have hundreds, or thousands of them because the question seems so absurd to me, but instead, I tell her no.
"You should get one. Then you can put your bathwater in the 55-gallon drum, and use it to water your lawn. That would save you water right there." She is apparently very pleased with my answer and her response, and I get a "so there," kinda feeling through the phone lines.
The absurdity of the entire thing has become comical at this point, and I want to remind her that it would not save any water, since I'm not using any water to irrigate my lawn at all, but I let that minor detail go. Instead, I start thinking about the 55-gallon drum and my bathwater.
"I don't take baths," I tell her. "I use showers."
(Now my 6-year old and 8-year olds take baths. But I wasn't going to tell her that, at least not at this point. Would lose the comic value).
"You probably take too long of a shower," she scolds me as if I am my 6-year old child.
I get pretty dirty, I tell her, and that it takes a certain amount of water to get me clean. I ask her if the water company knows how long of a shower I take, and express concern that their monitors would be that good. She misses the latent sarcasm.
"Everybody wastes water in the shower," she states matter-of-factly, as if that's another mathematical axiom I missed in grade school.
I think back about the 55-gallon drum, and thinking I'd be helpful, I tell her that maybe I can move the 55-gallon drum that I don't have into the shower with me while I shower, and that it would catch the water that doesn't hit my body, and is otherwise wasted.
She admires my creativity, but throws up a roadblock--
"Sir, will it fit in the shower with you in it?"
I express shock, and ask if the water company not only monitors the water usage in my shower, but can "see me" and knows how big I am.
"No, no" she tells me as if I am completely serious. "The 55-gallon drums are big, and I didn't know if it would fit in your tub."
My shock turns to a feigned relief, and I tell her not to worry, that I take a shower in a true shower, which is large enough for my body as well as the 55-gallon drum.
"Good, it'll work then." She's happy we've found a way to save water. I then decide to pull the rug out from under her then.
"Do you know if water is heavy," I ask her? When I fill the 55-gallon drum up with the water from my shower that does not hit my body, and then carry it downstairs so I can dump it out on my lawn, will it be heavy?"
"Yes sir, it'll be heavy. I recommend that you bring it down before you fill it."
I asked her if she meant bring it down when it was half-full, and she explained that the 55-gallon drum should be empty when it is brought down, and stay on my lawn. She then tells me that she guesses my idea won't work of keeping the drum in the shower with me, since it'll capture the water from the shower before I can move it.
Not wanting to push my luck on the conversation, I thank her, and tell her that it looks like I have a problem with the surcharges and exceeding my allotment.
Relieved that she appears to be getting rid of me, she attempts to alleviate my concerns--"No sir, you don't have a problem," she tells me. "Just pay it."
And that was my answer. No problem--just pay it.
Postscript--if you think this lady was in jest in talking to me about the 55-gallon drum, I saw the Birmingham Water Works on the news last night telling people to......save their bathwater in 55-gallon drums, and use it to water their lawn. The lady on the news may have been funnier--she actually said that everybody that lived in a house or apartment should have one (55-gallon drum).
I'm expecting to drive by local apartments and see hundreds, or thousands, of 55-gallon drums based upon her recommendations. I knew I should've bought all those drums I was going to tell the lady I owned. What a secondary market that could've been.
He reminded me of the story I told him last year while Birmingham was in a drought, with water shortages resulting in "upcharges," and restrictions. Here's the story I told him at that time. Refresh your coffee; it's a long one.
I'm not *the* most earth-friendly person on the planet, but I do my part. We recycle papers, plastics, etc. by dropping them at a depositary a few miles from our house (Heardmont Park). I have installed low-flow shower heads in every bathroom, and low-flow faucets in every sink. We purchased a front-loading, water-mising, top-rated washing machine last Fall that holds one of the biggest loads you can run. In a family of seven, these things add up. Or so I thought.
So the other day I'm reading my newspaper, and I see where the water board has implemented surcharges for going over an allotted amount of water usage each month. I don't know what we use on a regular basis, so I call customer service to discuss the matter with them.
I tell them that I have a large family, and I am concerned about our water usage, so I wanted to see how much water we have been using.
"Do you have your old bills," she asks me?
No ma'am--I pay my bills online, and throw them away when they are paid.
"Some people keep all their bills for tax purposes," she tells me.
I'm thinking, what kind of homeowner keep a water company bill for tax purposes, but I don't say that out loud. I'm not getting a good vibe from the early parts of the conversation.
"No, ma'am, I don't keep mine for tax purposes. I don't deduct my water usage, so that's not one of the bills I keep."
"OK--can you give me your account number?"
Again, I feel inadequate, because I do not have my account number. I eagerly volunteer to her that I know my address, and she says she can look it up from there. I feel adequate again.
"You have no problem," she tells me. You usually use 13,000 or 14,000 CCFs."
I ask her if I can water my lawn.
"Sure, she says. But don't go over your allotment."
I ask her what my allotment is, since I haven't heard it called that.
"12,000 CCF's," she tells me.
My math isn't the greatest, but I remember my > (greater than) signs from grade school, and we seem to already be on the wrong side of the < mark.
"Ma'am, it looks like we are already over what we are supposed to use."
"You're wasting water," she bites. I don't know where that came from, as she suddenly becomes hostile.
"I don't think so," I tell her. I then proceed to tell her the water-saving things that we've done, but explain that with an active family of seven, including five kids who sometimes get themselves and their clothes dirty, it requires water to clean them and to feed and irrigate them.
"You let your water run when you brush your teeth, don't you," she asks me?
I use the Sonic care toothbrush that stays on for two minutes, and never, ever have I let the water run. I tell her that.
"Somebody in your house is letting the water run when they brush their teeth," she tells me as if it is a mathematical axiom that I did not learn when I was learning my "greater than/less than" signs.
I tell her that I really don't think that's the case, but that we have a large family, and water usage is required. But that I'll do a toothbrush check tonight, and make sure that everybody knows not to let the water run while their toothbrush is going.
"How do you water your lawn," she asks me next.
I don't, I tell her. That's part of the reason I was calling--I wanted to try to stay within all the guidelines, but my grass is dying, and needs water.
"Do you have a 55-gallon drum," she inquires upon receiving that response?
My kneejerk reaction is to tell her I have hundreds, or thousands of them because the question seems so absurd to me, but instead, I tell her no.
"You should get one. Then you can put your bathwater in the 55-gallon drum, and use it to water your lawn. That would save you water right there." She is apparently very pleased with my answer and her response, and I get a "so there," kinda feeling through the phone lines.
The absurdity of the entire thing has become comical at this point, and I want to remind her that it would not save any water, since I'm not using any water to irrigate my lawn at all, but I let that minor detail go. Instead, I start thinking about the 55-gallon drum and my bathwater.
"I don't take baths," I tell her. "I use showers."
(Now my 6-year old and 8-year olds take baths. But I wasn't going to tell her that, at least not at this point. Would lose the comic value).
"You probably take too long of a shower," she scolds me as if I am my 6-year old child.
I get pretty dirty, I tell her, and that it takes a certain amount of water to get me clean. I ask her if the water company knows how long of a shower I take, and express concern that their monitors would be that good. She misses the latent sarcasm.
"Everybody wastes water in the shower," she states matter-of-factly, as if that's another mathematical axiom I missed in grade school.
I think back about the 55-gallon drum, and thinking I'd be helpful, I tell her that maybe I can move the 55-gallon drum that I don't have into the shower with me while I shower, and that it would catch the water that doesn't hit my body, and is otherwise wasted.
She admires my creativity, but throws up a roadblock--
"Sir, will it fit in the shower with you in it?"
I express shock, and ask if the water company not only monitors the water usage in my shower, but can "see me" and knows how big I am.
"No, no" she tells me as if I am completely serious. "The 55-gallon drums are big, and I didn't know if it would fit in your tub."
My shock turns to a feigned relief, and I tell her not to worry, that I take a shower in a true shower, which is large enough for my body as well as the 55-gallon drum.
"Good, it'll work then." She's happy we've found a way to save water. I then decide to pull the rug out from under her then.
"Do you know if water is heavy," I ask her? When I fill the 55-gallon drum up with the water from my shower that does not hit my body, and then carry it downstairs so I can dump it out on my lawn, will it be heavy?"
"Yes sir, it'll be heavy. I recommend that you bring it down before you fill it."
I asked her if she meant bring it down when it was half-full, and she explained that the 55-gallon drum should be empty when it is brought down, and stay on my lawn. She then tells me that she guesses my idea won't work of keeping the drum in the shower with me, since it'll capture the water from the shower before I can move it.
Not wanting to push my luck on the conversation, I thank her, and tell her that it looks like I have a problem with the surcharges and exceeding my allotment.
Relieved that she appears to be getting rid of me, she attempts to alleviate my concerns--"No sir, you don't have a problem," she tells me. "Just pay it."
And that was my answer. No problem--just pay it.
Postscript--if you think this lady was in jest in talking to me about the 55-gallon drum, I saw the Birmingham Water Works on the news last night telling people to......save their bathwater in 55-gallon drums, and use it to water their lawn. The lady on the news may have been funnier--she actually said that everybody that lived in a house or apartment should have one (55-gallon drum).
I'm expecting to drive by local apartments and see hundreds, or thousands, of 55-gallon drums based upon her recommendations. I knew I should've bought all those drums I was going to tell the lady I owned. What a secondary market that could've been.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Everything I Really Needed to Know I learned in Kindergarten
Had a hearing today in a Federal Judge's courthouse. These are the things I needed to know for today.
a) How to count. Discovery was overdue by "x" number of days. Learning how to count in kindergarten takes care of that.
b) How to mind. Deadlines were imposed. If our respective clients knew how to mind those deadlines, we wouldn't reach the 3rd thing I needed to know, which was....
c) How to get yelled at. Mostly I learned that even before kindergarten, when I broke a lamp as a toddler, or spilled coffee grounds, or milk all over my parents' carpet growing up. That one was easy. Nothing like being a grown-up and being yelled at by a Judge like you were four years old. Funny thing; that seems to be the best thing some Judges can do. (Judge B., if you're reading, I don't mean you.)
Second funny thing, you learn to get immune to that kind of thing fairly quickly. Come to think of it, it's sorta like being immune to your parents' yelling growing up, too. Guess I learned that by kindergarten as well.
Now to figure out how to get my clients to pay for this mind-warping experience.....
a) How to count. Discovery was overdue by "x" number of days. Learning how to count in kindergarten takes care of that.
b) How to mind. Deadlines were imposed. If our respective clients knew how to mind those deadlines, we wouldn't reach the 3rd thing I needed to know, which was....
c) How to get yelled at. Mostly I learned that even before kindergarten, when I broke a lamp as a toddler, or spilled coffee grounds, or milk all over my parents' carpet growing up. That one was easy. Nothing like being a grown-up and being yelled at by a Judge like you were four years old. Funny thing; that seems to be the best thing some Judges can do. (Judge B., if you're reading, I don't mean you.)
Second funny thing, you learn to get immune to that kind of thing fairly quickly. Come to think of it, it's sorta like being immune to your parents' yelling growing up, too. Guess I learned that by kindergarten as well.
Now to figure out how to get my clients to pay for this mind-warping experience.....
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Catching up
Wow...September rolled through, and so did October, and not a single post. Started this blog with the idea that I'd pop on here every couple of days and update, and as usual, the best intentions....
Volleyball season came and went--volleyball banquet was today. We had a good group of 4th grade girls, good parents, and I had help during practice from a high school volleyball player, all of which contributed to a successful season. We didn't place in the top three, but our Athletic Director told us that we finished higher than any other team in our league that had not played before, as the top 3 teams all played the season before. That was good for the girls to hear.
With one season ending, another begins...we had our basketball "draft" tonight. I am again roped into coaching my son's 2nd grade basketball team, and this year, there are enough players to field two teams.
We sat down and "graded" players as if we were holding the NBA Draft, and basically, I kept the same team I had last year. We graded my team with 3 "A" players, 1 "B" player, and 6 "C" players, and the other team with 3 "A" players, 2 "B" players, 1 "C" player, and 3 unknowns. So it's pretty close to as fair as you get.
What else has happened? Bought a car from eBay Motors early in the Summer, and after weeks of wrangling with a crook in New Jersey, it finally appeared in Birmingham needing work, as expected. Fortunately, the eBay Auction insurance company paid for the work it needed, and it appears I will come out of the transaction fairly well....other than I still do not have the car, as it has been sitting at my auto mechanic for weeks now as well. He's been "tinkering" with it. I don't want to push him too much--I bought the extra car so my daughter, who was home from the University of Alabama for the summer, would have one to go to/from work and other events. So when she returned, there existed no further urgency, and I have allowed him to take his time working on this or that with the car. It's a 2000 Volvo C70, and will be my first two-door car in many years. It's not perfect, but it'll do for me to drive around town. And with the economy where it is, I'm not inclined to spend much money--if I had it--on any car at the moment.
We are one week removed from the opening and closing of "Once Upon an Island, Jr.," performed by the Our Lady of the Valley School Drama Department. From Caitlin's performance in the 4th grade (10 years ago, if I count correctly) in Oklahoma!, to now, oh my, what a difference!. Director Mike Bridges brought a lot of wonderful theatrical enthusiasm to the little school, and it has given all of my children great self-confidence to speak in front of others, and be self-assured. Caitlin has been in many, many productions, including many community theatre productions, mostly small ensemble parts, but always doing her best. She does not fear anything, and I credit the beginnings at OLV with her gaining self-confidence, and her being cast in many CenterStage productions with her realizing the pursuit of excellence and allowing it to carry over into her personal and academic life, both of which she's championing right now.
My middle daughter, Sarah, who played the lead role of Cinderella in her 7th grade year, was wonderful in that show and, although she never "caught the bug" the way Caitlin did, has excelled with school, personal life, and in show choirs for her high school. Cinderella was the last show she auditioned for, and decided it would be her "Swan Song." It was the only show she did at OLV in which she had lines. Talk about a grand entrance and exit!
My son, Andrew, had numerous fun roles at OLV in the various shows, including Tevya in Fiddler on the Roof, the cheerleader in Cheaper by the Dozen, the undertaker in Oliver! and many others. He doesn't think anything of getting up in front of large or small groups now and giving speeches or organizing friends, and again, that is a credit.
So now it's my youngest daughter Rachel. Rachel had a role created for the show by Mike as one of Daniel's young friends. She had a lot of stage time, and she cherished the small solo she sung during the show. Sitting at the very back of the "Life Center"--the Gym, or the modified theatre--doing video work for the performance, I heard her loudly and clearly with her sweet voice. Can I imagine being nine years old and singing in front of several hundred people on stage under the spotlight? Not on your life--but this is just one of the things that literally hundreds of OLV children have gained from their experienced in OLV theatrical productions over the years. Caitlin, Andrew, Sarah and Rachel are no different than many others who will carry these benefits throughout life.
The show itself was wonderful. From an audience standpoint, the production was nearly flawless. Minor technical issues with sound/microphone, which seem to always exist in even quality local theatre, were ironed out by Saturday. I finished watching the show earlier this afternoon on a rough DVD I created from the back of the gym, and the sound was very good, with or without characters who wore body microphones.
As far as the young men and women are concerned--the school is a "regular" school, and the talent is always mixed. But they maximize their talent, and again--from a regular audience member standpoint, I do not recall seeing one word of one line missed, or fed, to any cast member during the show. Considering the cast consisted of more than 90 students from 1st through 8th grade, that's an amazing feat in itself.
It's late, and I have court in the morning, so I'll close for tonight with a promise to fill in more later. If I can have 30,000+ posts on KentuckySportsReport.com, the least I can do is to have some regular old blogging about my life. I promise to make the posts more regular--and more concise--in the days and weeks to come.
Volleyball season came and went--volleyball banquet was today. We had a good group of 4th grade girls, good parents, and I had help during practice from a high school volleyball player, all of which contributed to a successful season. We didn't place in the top three, but our Athletic Director told us that we finished higher than any other team in our league that had not played before, as the top 3 teams all played the season before. That was good for the girls to hear.
With one season ending, another begins...we had our basketball "draft" tonight. I am again roped into coaching my son's 2nd grade basketball team, and this year, there are enough players to field two teams.
We sat down and "graded" players as if we were holding the NBA Draft, and basically, I kept the same team I had last year. We graded my team with 3 "A" players, 1 "B" player, and 6 "C" players, and the other team with 3 "A" players, 2 "B" players, 1 "C" player, and 3 unknowns. So it's pretty close to as fair as you get.
What else has happened? Bought a car from eBay Motors early in the Summer, and after weeks of wrangling with a crook in New Jersey, it finally appeared in Birmingham needing work, as expected. Fortunately, the eBay Auction insurance company paid for the work it needed, and it appears I will come out of the transaction fairly well....other than I still do not have the car, as it has been sitting at my auto mechanic for weeks now as well. He's been "tinkering" with it. I don't want to push him too much--I bought the extra car so my daughter, who was home from the University of Alabama for the summer, would have one to go to/from work and other events. So when she returned, there existed no further urgency, and I have allowed him to take his time working on this or that with the car. It's a 2000 Volvo C70, and will be my first two-door car in many years. It's not perfect, but it'll do for me to drive around town. And with the economy where it is, I'm not inclined to spend much money--if I had it--on any car at the moment.
We are one week removed from the opening and closing of "Once Upon an Island, Jr.," performed by the Our Lady of the Valley School Drama Department. From Caitlin's performance in the 4th grade (10 years ago, if I count correctly) in Oklahoma!, to now, oh my, what a difference!. Director Mike Bridges brought a lot of wonderful theatrical enthusiasm to the little school, and it has given all of my children great self-confidence to speak in front of others, and be self-assured. Caitlin has been in many, many productions, including many community theatre productions, mostly small ensemble parts, but always doing her best. She does not fear anything, and I credit the beginnings at OLV with her gaining self-confidence, and her being cast in many CenterStage productions with her realizing the pursuit of excellence and allowing it to carry over into her personal and academic life, both of which she's championing right now.
My middle daughter, Sarah, who played the lead role of Cinderella in her 7th grade year, was wonderful in that show and, although she never "caught the bug" the way Caitlin did, has excelled with school, personal life, and in show choirs for her high school. Cinderella was the last show she auditioned for, and decided it would be her "Swan Song." It was the only show she did at OLV in which she had lines. Talk about a grand entrance and exit!
My son, Andrew, had numerous fun roles at OLV in the various shows, including Tevya in Fiddler on the Roof, the cheerleader in Cheaper by the Dozen, the undertaker in Oliver! and many others. He doesn't think anything of getting up in front of large or small groups now and giving speeches or organizing friends, and again, that is a credit.
So now it's my youngest daughter Rachel. Rachel had a role created for the show by Mike as one of Daniel's young friends. She had a lot of stage time, and she cherished the small solo she sung during the show. Sitting at the very back of the "Life Center"--the Gym, or the modified theatre--doing video work for the performance, I heard her loudly and clearly with her sweet voice. Can I imagine being nine years old and singing in front of several hundred people on stage under the spotlight? Not on your life--but this is just one of the things that literally hundreds of OLV children have gained from their experienced in OLV theatrical productions over the years. Caitlin, Andrew, Sarah and Rachel are no different than many others who will carry these benefits throughout life.
The show itself was wonderful. From an audience standpoint, the production was nearly flawless. Minor technical issues with sound/microphone, which seem to always exist in even quality local theatre, were ironed out by Saturday. I finished watching the show earlier this afternoon on a rough DVD I created from the back of the gym, and the sound was very good, with or without characters who wore body microphones.
As far as the young men and women are concerned--the school is a "regular" school, and the talent is always mixed. But they maximize their talent, and again--from a regular audience member standpoint, I do not recall seeing one word of one line missed, or fed, to any cast member during the show. Considering the cast consisted of more than 90 students from 1st through 8th grade, that's an amazing feat in itself.
It's late, and I have court in the morning, so I'll close for tonight with a promise to fill in more later. If I can have 30,000+ posts on KentuckySportsReport.com, the least I can do is to have some regular old blogging about my life. I promise to make the posts more regular--and more concise--in the days and weeks to come.
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