yes, i know many of our friends are traveling across seas, over new landscapes, meeting people who speak another language and do not use western toilets. but for me, the journey was to move frida to the back lot. the fact that i had to do it over ice and snow, while texting the band, is beside the point. or is it? halfway across the lot, a posse of lawn gnomes asked for a ride. couldn't you just skate over the ice, i asked? no, no (lawn gnomes are so full of it) they said--please let us on to frida so we have a view of the alley. exasparated, i said "christonnacross!" which is the one thing you should never say to lawn gnomes. the last time i went 
sure, they look peaceful...
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