From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Friday, March 24, 2006 9:34 AM PT
To: Marie Dion Gevisser
Cc: rest;
Kathy Belville Esq - M
Subject: RE: happy birthday...GOLD UP SHARPLY IN THE LAST 4 HOURS - LAST
TRADING AT $560.20...NOT TOO LATE FOR DANIELLE TO INVEST PART OF HER SAVINGS IN
A ONE OUNCE 99.99% GOLD VIENNA PHILHARMONIC...---....
Heaven has finally arrived on Mother Earth, balance
soon to be restored.
Please forgive me as I now broadcast to the world
that my beloved, off the chart math-wizard, logical thought processing genius,
out of this world beautiful, unimaginably sexy French Canadian, clothed or naked, increasingly excellent master oil painter,
Client-Partner-Travel companion-Wife, Marie Dion
Gevisser, has finally typed her very
first email.
Yes, the birds are singing as loud as the frogs
were croaking last night when I last spoke with you while directing these two
large fellows in an oversized SUV crossing the over the top galvanized steel
bridge headed toward Julian about 40 kilometers away to park their vehicle
about 125 meters up the road where the United States Forest Service gate is
closed on account of the rainy-still water conditions geared toward protecting
the budding wild life and when getting out to walk the rest of the way, first
veering to the right where there is a footpath which is also the start of the
90 minute loop walk of Noble Canyon that once completed no less than 3 times
would have them warmed up sufficiently to complete the rest of the 40 kilometer
trek which you can, thank G-D-NAture during these freezing conditions be
accomplished in possibly less than 20 hours especially since there isn’t much
need to be unduly concerned with being eaten alive after freezing to death by rattlesnakes
but of course as you have warned me repeatedly which I in turn made a point of
mentioning that the panthers cannot be “al-to-get-her” [sic] relied upon to
distract the increasingly hungry mountain lions but it is also possible that by
the time I had finished the monologue both the driver and his companion riding
shotgun had died of boredom and were no longer listening.
BTW I did sing to Pypeetoe this morning, now
cuddled up close to the fireplace which I did a great job keeping going
throughout the night, the temperature inside about 75 odd degrees “fairandheight” [sic] which is probably no
less than “tTOo” [sic] degrees cooler than the temperature outside.
There is still from yesterday plenty of bird seed
on the ground spread rather evenly all around the rock home which facilitates
the extraordinary surround sound that would have by now were it not for Maggie
this instant doing her business #2 attracted my other “good friend” Mr. “Peacock”
Wild Turkey and his harem of 13 no doubt very satisfied women who I have yet to
notice wearing a diamond on any of their pigeon toes.
I was reading something the other day about these
folks on a cruise to
My mind has now turned to following up with Money Talks who along with you know who anxiously awaits my “point of view”.
Something just caused all the birds, a couple of
hundred if not more right in front of the east facing windows to scatter for cover but now they
are back, the bigger ones followed by those tiny black ones whose name escapes
me.
I assume we are on for lunch, how about a spot near
my barber shop in Sol
Signing off.
Your so very WILLing
slave forever!
Gg
Ps – Guy may also join us this Saterday – we
might now need two babysitters, one for Pypeetoe and one less socially adept
for Mia. Count on me for putting the word out.
From: Marie Dion Gevisser
Sent: Friday, March 24, 2006 7:38 AM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: happy birthday
it's a beautiful
morning and the birds are singing...
