Subject: Following Tucker
Date: Thu, 19 Jun 1997 20:18:58 -0400 (EDT)
From: Sally Greene <sally@sunsite.unc.edu>
To: Sarah Greene <Gilmer@dal.cleaf.com>

Tucker's messages are pretty self-explanatory at this point; he's doing it
all himself with very little help.  Paul's out mowing the grass.  We
finally may have sold our house, almost. We dropped our price $5,000 on
condition that our contingent buyers drop theirs by the same amount, and
miraculously they started getting a nibble or two.  They think now they
have a contract coming in; the inspection will be this weekend.  Meanwhile
we have another party looking seriously at our house.  So we think
something will happen soon.  If the earlier people get suddenly serious as
a result of their offer, they might even want to move in ASAP and pay us
rent (= cover our mortgage) till they can close.  That would be great.

Tucker just told me I have ten "rows" of words--this is number 11.
This is number 12, I am told.

Tucker also wants to tell you that he did some water play at his
playground today.  He had a good time.  The sprinkler looked like a fire
hydrant with a hose hooked up to it.  We got water from the puddles that
it made.  Lots of people put their bottoms on the sprinkler; Tucker did
that only some.

He also made some silly putty that had too much glue in it.  It was too
sticky.  Like lollipops.  Like jam.

Tucker says bye bye now.  See you later alligator, after a while
crocodile.

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Sally Greene
Visiting Scholar
UNC-Chapel Hill

"One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined
well."  --Virginia Woolf, via *The Silver Palate Good Times Cookbook*