I’m sitting in my computer room which is one metre by one-and-a-half metres in size as I look out over the lemon, almond and pear tree and the cow paddock on which black cattle graze. On the other side of the fence is the university’s hot house that makes horrible noises as it opens and shuts its roof and blows its huge air-conditioning fans above other unimagined sounds that it makes. I can’t hear it but it drives Judy crazy.
There is a colourful fenced-in playpen for basketball players who hardly ever use it. But we like the university in our backyard. It teaches people. God bless them. I’m envious. It’s only now, in old age, that I could write an essay.
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