Walk: Monday Errands
Distance: 3 miles, possible small home yoga
As Ciwt walked past this house today she thought about a few things. First, that she knows the owner of the house two doors away to be a complete perfectionist who flies to Florence (or somewhere in Italy) to buy the gold gilt for her discreetly tasteful house
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Now with the block looking like this
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Ciwt wonders if there have been any neighborly objections. There were big time ones a few decades ago right down the way from Ciwt when Danielle Steel's neighbor painted her house purple (soft lavender and pretty, Ciwt thought), and Ms. Steel's husband went ballistic - a la Pacific Heights. He used his social clout to contact his friend, Herb Caen, the gossip columnist, and merciless columns were written. To no avail because the neighbor with the purple/lavender house turned out to be none other than the famous and beloved Linda Ronstadt.
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