Archive for Palo Alto
Marcy lets G&H know that we’re settling in to our new house in Palo Alto. “Our house-mates are truly lovely, he’s involved in solar energy, she works in a flower nursery, and their little girl is as sweet as can be (she’s 7) and it sure makes it affordable, and fills the spaces. We’d really rattle in this huge house.”
A Halloween update from Marcy, describing her Japan trip and how things were going in Palo Alto, including lots of flowers and other plants. “We are so fortunate to have this place - we pay 260 for half the house, and one-bedroom apartments start at $300. Near where Peter’s office is you can rent a 2-bedroom apartment with deck and jacuzzi and pool for $2000 a month.”
I describe the Christmas presents that various family members sent us. “they also sent us a game called ‘Quest of the Magic Ring’ that the main idea of it is taken from the ‘Lord of the Rings’ trilogy. We all really like the game.”
Covers mostly the same information as my previous letter to G&H. “I have read a lot of books lately, and most of them are either science fiction or fantasy. I did a book report on a science fiction book.”
Marcy thanks G&H for presents, and muses about the power of prayer and Johrei. “The honey coconut spread was very happy that some kind person had put it in a baggie. Otherwise it would have been very embarrased at the damage its leakage could have done.”
A general-life-updates note, plus the first time Marcy used the word leukemia in a letter. “Jed also has a weekly math class with an advanced group at another school but some of what I hear about doesn’t sound real advanced.”
A thank-you-and-we’re-super-busy note from Marcy. “Working for Ken (the space peace-keeping project) at $6 an hour, but he wants me to type and it’s sending me up the walls - even on his lovely selectric I’m no typist.”
General life update from Peter. “we now have [a] really nice [housemate]: Ed, who’s an ex-Alaskan ex-helicopter mechanic, now going to massage school & Stanford pre-medical classes”
A valentine made by Jay, featuring a doily decorated to look like a pig.
Marcy didn’t often write poems. This one, about flying dragon kites, was for my brother. “My heart longs for the green hills[…]”