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There are over 700 books estimated in the library in the Foundation House. Aproximately 700, and the one I pull off the shelf was in Section 13, Row 7, by the markings Charlie (or maybe WIlliam) Mayo put in the front cover. 13 and a 7.
The foundation house was the home of one of the founders of the Mayo Clinic, turned over to the Mayo Foundation, and is used for banquets, meetings. Gary invited me to attend his 20th aniversary dinner at the Foundation house, as his "date". I of course accepted.
I floated Tueday night, to Ortho. Went to the gym after, and then managed to squeese a big 2 hours of sleep, before meeting a set of serrogate parents for wonderful conversation on death and dying over Cariboo coffee. I do quite enjoy conversing with people who are my parents age, in an open dialogue of any subject. The presented me with a scarf for the holidays, that is soft and colorful, and me. Wonderful people.
Stoped by Salarmy (Salvation Army), and scored a pair of Kenneth Cole Shoes and a long jacket, both which found themselves with me at the foundation house.
Add an hour of sleep-running total of 3.
The foundation house was built for 55,000 in the arts and crafts period, and quite remarkably is in excellent condition, containing items left from the time period and the Mayo Brother that lived there.
I should of brought a bigger purse. There were some One ofa kind Tiffany Lamps, especially the floor model, that I would of DIED to have in my possession, and sure is up there in replacement value.
Dinner conversation was lovely. Returned home, and went to bed, only to wake at 2:00 after a bizzare dream involving too much food being consuming at the foundation house with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
imyaj, and taking apart my alarm clock, rather dismanteling it into pieces....
I did manage to take Harry the Honda in for a lube job, a CD yanked out of his mouth, an ass job, and over check. I slept in the dealership.
Porche (long story), contacted me, and wants to "get together". Because I'm a cold hartless bitch, I'm planning on forgetting to purposely put on my cell phone, lock the doors, and take the other phone off the hook on sunday. I don't want to "get together" with some strange psycho bitch from Illinios that screams "danger will robinson, Danger".
Wednesday on a Friday.
The foundation house was the home of one of the founders of the Mayo Clinic, turned over to the Mayo Foundation, and is used for banquets, meetings. Gary invited me to attend his 20th aniversary dinner at the Foundation house, as his "date". I of course accepted.
I floated Tueday night, to Ortho. Went to the gym after, and then managed to squeese a big 2 hours of sleep, before meeting a set of serrogate parents for wonderful conversation on death and dying over Cariboo coffee. I do quite enjoy conversing with people who are my parents age, in an open dialogue of any subject. The presented me with a scarf for the holidays, that is soft and colorful, and me. Wonderful people.
Stoped by Salarmy (Salvation Army), and scored a pair of Kenneth Cole Shoes and a long jacket, both which found themselves with me at the foundation house.
Add an hour of sleep-running total of 3.
The foundation house was built for 55,000 in the arts and crafts period, and quite remarkably is in excellent condition, containing items left from the time period and the Mayo Brother that lived there.
I should of brought a bigger purse. There were some One ofa kind Tiffany Lamps, especially the floor model, that I would of DIED to have in my possession, and sure is up there in replacement value.
Dinner conversation was lovely. Returned home, and went to bed, only to wake at 2:00 after a bizzare dream involving too much food being consuming at the foundation house with
imyaj, and taking apart my alarm clock, rather dismanteling it into pieces....I did manage to take Harry the Honda in for a lube job, a CD yanked out of his mouth, an ass job, and over check. I slept in the dealership.
Porche (long story), contacted me, and wants to "get together". Because I'm a cold hartless bitch, I'm planning on forgetting to purposely put on my cell phone, lock the doors, and take the other phone off the hook on sunday. I don't want to "get together" with some strange psycho bitch from Illinios that screams "danger will robinson, Danger".
Wednesday on a Friday.