Ingrid Solheim
On Thursday a gemologist named Ingrid Solheim came to the house and appraised t…
saved Nov 5, 2016 20:50date Nov 5, 2016
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On Thursday a gemologist named Ingrid Solheim came to the house and appraised the jewelry for the insurance. She laid it all out on a gray cloth on the dining room table. Mom's ring and mine sat side by side, which they never have: two small diamonds, thirty years apart.
Today was the lutefisk dinner. R., retired and at large, was put on the serving line with the melted butter, where I am told he measured. I rolled for six hours.
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On Thursday a gemologist named Ingrid Solheim came to the house and appraised the jewelry for the insurance. She laid it all out on a gray cloth on the dining room table. Mom's ring and mine sat side by side, which they never have: two small diamonds, thirty years apart.
Today was the lutefisk dinner. R., retired and at large, was put on the serving line with the melted butter, where I am told he measured. I rolled for six hours.