Miriam goes to practice at 6:50 am. I edit photos and practice dobro. The death has made everyone feel sad, sentimental and tired. Miriam flakes out on the couch. The husband of one of her teammates offers to teach me about Photoshop. He has an amazing knowledge of the program, optics, digital imaging and related sciences. He spends about five hours with me, teaching me things I never would have figured out myself.
Miriam’s team and supporters (husbands and other significant others) all gather for dinner at the local surfing club. It is a large two story building. The upper story is open, and has cafeteria style food service, but a very good restaurant style menu, a bar, and some type of gambling. It’s some sort of club. To qualify at guests and be admitted we have to show ID to prove we live more than 15 klicks away.
We celebrate Anita’s birthday. Anita is turning 75. She’s an active dragonboater; she is also a babe. Everybody wants to be like Anita when they are 75.
We walk (or perhaps I should say “weave”) back to our room and fall asleep.
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