Subject: ...de la gran Putah (Creek)
To: xxxxx123@xxxxxx.com
Date: Wed, 07 Nov 2007
Hola a todos:
Forgive the generic copy 'n paste nature of this missive, it has to go
to various groups of people. And please try to forgive the Delibes-esque first sentence.
My cell phone is now at the bottom of Putah Creek, where, from my prone position, I watched it land this morning with a heart-breaking splash and for a split second leave its imprint in the thick astro-turf green stillwater scum after flying out of my hand when I twisted my ankle and fell whilst crossing the pinche special little bridge on my way to Parking Lot 5. I can't get a new phone until the plan until the end of December unless I want to pay a large stupidity fee. But until then, please use the home number, I'll be checking messages obsessively. If you need that number, please let me know.
Um...can I have your phone numbers again? They are, of course, stored in my waterlogged phone, which is probably at this moment releasing toxins into the water and harming the fish and the ducks of the creek.
Thanks,
Val
P.S. Yeah, left ankle again. Ankle is fine - accident occurred at 10:00ish, ran on it by 11:30.
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