Random, Random, Random
1. I'm pleased at how many people totally understood my worry about ice cubes and the like. My husband's response was a tad more prosaic. He said, "no wonder I always had to empty the ice cube trays. Couldn't you have just emptied the whole thing and refilled it?" humph.
2. I was playing Dale Watson last night and thinking about what a great show that was. I think if the Vertebrats play here next year they should play at the Rosebowl.
3. My sister called Owen the other day to ask how his first day of school was and he responded with "don't you mean how was my first day of FIRST GRADE?" How an aunt could be so clueless not to realize this important distinction I just don't know.
4. Leo walked to school by himself this morning. sniff, sniff. So much for his demand that Ernie walk him to school until he was in fifth grade. Owen was doing his normal roller-coaster-mood/procastination thing and Leo just sighed deeply and said, "THIS is why I will have to walk by myself." Leo gets VERY upset at the thought of being late. So off he trotted...
5. I bought new jeans and such for the guys the other day. It's the first time I've had to give in and buy the exact same size for both of them. I noticed today that the SIZE EIGHT jeans are a bit snug on Owen and a bit short on Leo. For God's sake I can't buy my six year old size TENS. I need to stop feeding them.
6. I'm moving into denial mode about getting everything ready for our party that's in a month. You gotta go with your strengths in life though and God knows denial is one of mine....
7. Dinner last night: Linguini with fresh tomato sauce (thank you Matt) just simmered a few minutes with slivered cottage bacon from Triple S farms and parmigiano reggiano. Oh my. And cottage bacon....I'm a sucker for just the NAME....
8. After having to postpone dinner with my mother two nights in a row we'll give it a try tonight. Pancake night because we haven't done it in ages and the guys get so excited.
9. Like many people, I cried through most of Ted Kennedy's speech last night. It's somehow tied into my grief about my father I think. They are men of the same generation---my father loved Bobby Kennedy. Good men. Imperfect men but truly good men with loving, passionate hearts. Of course my father suffered through brain tumors years ago although not malignant....and then again I'm not too fond of the whole cancer thing. So it all coalesces until I'm just a big weepy ball when I watch him.
10. Lots of hummingbirds among my flowers of late....they love my zinnias and my false turtlehead. Oh, and my pink morning glories are finally blooming as you can see below. Not the best morning glory year for me----one of my worst Heavenly Blue years in awhile but even few and far between I love them.
11. Oh....and I forgot to say it was just a lousy garter snake that bit Ernie the other day as he tried to relocate him. You know me and snakes already though...and then to see blood dripping from his hand....yeuch.... Sasha thought it sounded biblical and wondered if we'd seen any hordes of locusts or had frogs rain down on us and what do you know? When I got home there WERE a bunch of cicada shells stuck on our adirondak chairs.....
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