Every Saturday, after going to tennis drills in Clinton, Bill does the week's food shopping. He prefers to go alone, leaving me home, because I like to dawdle and he usually goes through the market at a dead run. It's OK with me. Elaine and I usually go mid-week and take our time reading all the labels. One of the nice things that Bill does, is that he brings me flowers each week. Here are some of the highlights of the year.
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