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Hi,
Well, I bet you thought I'd run off to Bali and left you. No such luck. Between no connection, travel, and no connection, you got to have a vacation as well. Bali was a gas, and it's good to be home.
The song that didn't stump you was "My Cherie Amour" by Stevie Wonder. How could you forget? Let's start the week off with something we played with over a year ago: "All around in my home town, they're tryin' to track me down; They say they want to bring me in guilty.
For the killing of a deputy..." Clues: Song made famous by two singers. Of course, I want to know the writer/singer of the song. Oh, both singers were from islands and both played guitar. It's an interesting confession.
I'll try and remember what's been happening in some sort of order. (Ha) Friday morning I went into town and got my 'hairs did'. We met a local guy, Egi at a salon that had a sign out front with pictures of dredlocks. We talked to him a bit and I decided to make an appointment.
I had not been happy with my 'head' and it was time for either a change or a razor (Ha). Egi, his good friend Odie and I spent most of the day talking, laughing and bonding. Their English was pretty good, which was great, considering I only know two or three words in Balinese. You'll get to see Egi's handy work over at the Flickr site. He's quite an artist. For now, that's all I'll say, other than I now have two very good friends in Bali.
Just a note for those of you in other parts of the world: I write this page as if it's the day of the week in the U.S., since that's where the majority of the readers live. Sometimes you'll notices that I'll mention 'my Tuesday' which is today, when it's actually Monday 'over there'.
We had a pretty mellow weekend. We watched the people take to the beach, enjoyed the surfers at breakfast and visited John's shops. If you're ever in Bali, you've got to go to his shops.
We're going to miss the dogs. There are a few that we made friends with. Carlito, the big Golden Retriever, is my new buddy. Anytime I went downstairs to our room, he'd escort me. He'd stop and look back to make sure I was still following him. Sometimes he's try to take my hand in his mouth, but I resisted. In the evening, he'd stretch out in front of our door. Then there was Brucey. I'm not sure how she got that name, but she's a very smart dog and seems to be in a bit of control over the other dogs. Brucey is the only one who has official kitchen privileges. We also think she's part cat. She leaps up on ledges and maintains perfect balance, walks on the roof and generally defies gravity.
All of the dogs are 'rescues' and get lots of love by John and his staff. Brucey is a bit thin, so we started giving her leftovers. She loved it, and it became a ritual at meals. She'd wait patiently for what ever was coming and gobble it down. Then there's Ginger Snap, who used to be Stinky. He sort of ignored me until two days before we were to leave. He woke us up, barking at the koy fish. He was out there entertaining himself before the sun came up. Finally, I went out and talked to him about it. After that, he'd smile at me and come over wagging his tail. We're going to miss them all.
Guess I've gone on a bit. I'd better let you get something done today. Now that we have our internet back, I'll work on sending a bunch of pictures to Flickr.
Have a Happy Tuesday.

Peace,
Danny

"People see only what they are prepared to see."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson


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