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Way out in the west yesterday, for M.’s grandmother’s 90th birthday party. The cousin hosting lives in a nice cliff-side home overlooking some national parkland, in the foothills of the Blue Mountains. No sign of wildlife, for all the rumors of the black panther haunting the neighborhood. (Well, he’s been there for 30 years, so he probably doesn’t get around much anymore.) In any event, it was a nice time with all the family around, although it’s a mighty long trek there and back. G. got lots of nice pressies and quite enjoyed the event.