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Fair, not so cold, wind SoW.
Tel to Parofax for gas.
Saw a rabbit running too fast for me to shoot with a .22.
Parofax gas came.
Made two more wreaths.
Went over to HH and saw Steve Treglawn and Arthur Sirico.
Ira is to be buried next Sun.
Eleanor gave me a ride over to town. I went to the armory and fired 10 shots at the target and di some damn poor shooting.
Ski went to rehearsal tonight.
Eleanor got a lot of xmas presents.
No stars tonight but looks as if we might have some more snow.
“In a false quarrel there is no true valor.” Shakespeare
Arrowheads Up the Hill 