I posted about the B&G dinner yesterday and forgot one of the best parts.
The B&G dinner was Monday night. Wednesday morning, when I got to work, I realized I didn't have my phone with me. At the time I didn't think anything about it - I knew I hadn't picked it up before I left for work. So when I got home, I looked around for it and couldn't find it. I had Lori call the number, but we didn't hear anything. Well, again, I didn't think too much of it; I figured it must be at work buried under some papers on my desk. So the next day I go in and thoroughly search my office to no avail. Well, now I'm puzzled and I'm trying to remember when was the last time I had it. I knew I had it at the B&G, so maybe, I thought, it's in the car. Again, no luck. I figured it would show up somewhere, so the waiting game began.
This was a bit of a pain, though. I hadn't realized how dependent on my cell phone I was becoming. I do have a phone at my desk at work, but it is not easy to make long distance calls on it, and our cell phones have Maryland numbers, so calling Sweetie is an ordeal. And we don't have a land line at the house.
The next day, Lori gets a call. It's a woman who has my phone, and the last number dialed was Lori's. She's calling from Carson. For those of you unfamiliar with southern California, Carson is not on Catalina. It's about 5 miles up the 110 from the port of LA. Lori takes her name and number and passes the info to me. I give the woman a call and ask where she found it and how it got to Carson. Turns out her family happened to be in Avalon on Monday and attended the Blue & Gold dinner. Her mother has a phone that looks very similar, and her younger sister mistook my phone for the mother's and picked it up. I guess they didn't realize the mistake until they got home. I thanked her for calling and said I'd call her back when I could pick it up.
I'm planning on going over on Monday and one of my many tasks will be to pick up my phone. My well-traveled phone. I don't think it misses me, but I sure miss it.
If anyone has gift suggestions for the good Samaritan woman who called me about my phone, post a comment.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Cub Scouts
We had our Blue and Gold Dinner last week, the annual bash celebrating all that is Cub Scouts. This was Calvin's first as a Cub, and Hobbes is now in Webelos. Ceremonies opened with the Webelos group doing a skit that involved a magic hat, the Cub Scout Promise, a rubber chicken, some underwear, and culminated in the Pledge of Allegiance. Beat that.
The highlights of the evening were the skits, the presentation, and the raffles. The Tigers (my group - I'm Den Leader this year) did a hilarious skit (if I do say, myself) about identifying "bison poop" (actually a brownie sitting on top of a chocolate cookie). The Webelos performed the old classic "Tater Bug", which was also very well received. The Wolves did "invisible bench" and the Bears did "test of the emergency broadcasting system".
The presentation was by me. I spoke on the founding of Boy Scouts, this being the 100th Anniversary of the BSA. I talked about what life was like in 1910, and about three of the men who were integral to the founding of Scouts, Ernest Seton, Robert Baden-Powell and William Boyce. The stability of the ideals that comprise Scouting from 1907 to today is really quite astounding. We ended with all current and past Scouts present reciting the Scout Law.
At some point (shortly before my talk ended, I believe), attention of small minds began to wander and the Cubs started slipping outside to run around. Inside we finished up the raffle drawing and called it a night. A good time was had by all. Having been with the Pack for three years, and participating as a leader this year, I'm feeling much more integrated into the social structure surrounding the Pack now. Calvin and Hobbes have both made friends with at least some of the kids in their Dens, and Sweetie now knows and is known by Pack people. This makes Pack events feel much friendlier.
Coming up we have the Pinewood Derby and a Webelos campout. Pictures to follow!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Doings
Wow, I'm really not doing well on my keeping up with the blog thing. My apologies to the millions of fans out there.
Well, I guess the biggest excitement recently has all had to do with the school in town. It's been at a bit of a low simmer all year. We got a new teacher this year, and while my initial impression was that she wasn't a great fit for the island (and didn't realize it), she certainly came with great credentials. Despite her frequent protestations that she "wasn't about drama", there were a string of dramas that followed her around: the restraining order drama, the dog drama, the horse drama, the mail key drama, the mail drama, the disappearing materials drama, the fence for her house drama. But in the classroom, she always professional and on-task (as near as I could tell), and the kids seemed both like her and be learning what they needed to know.
All year, she had been going back to the mainland every weekend, which made sense since her husband was there, but after Christmas, she started missing the occasional Monday, or suddenly had to leave Thursday. The frequency of these absences started increasing, and I was wondering if there was something wrong that she wasn't telling us, like a family member was sick or something.
Also around this time, Long Beach Unified School District voted, in light of the serious budget cuts necessitated by the California state fiscal crisis, that they would not fund the Little Red Schoolhouse, at least for the 2010-2011 year. Minor panic ensued in our very small schoolhouse community. For those of you who don't know, the only other school on the island is in Avalon, a 90 minute bus ride over unpaved roads. Most days the bus leaves at 6:30am and gets back at 5:45pm. And we have two kids slotted to start kindergarten in the fall. This had happened before, in 2005, and at that time the Foundation that had started the school in the first place stepped in and paid the operating cost of the school for a year, whereupon LBUSD picked us up again. No one was sure what was going to happen. Would the Foundation step in again? We heard talk that Avalon would run a second bus for the younger kids. We were considering looking into starting a charter school. There were lots of serious conversations. In the end, the Foundation Board met and agreed to fund us next year, so we have a one year stay of execution, but we still have decisions to make.
Well, around the time we were hearing that we had been bailed out, the teacher disappeared. She just left one Wednesday afternoon saying she'd be back the next week and then never came back. I guess she just cracked. Everyone was surprised at first (except, I think, the woman who works at the school as lunch monitor/janitor/groundskeeper), but upon reflection, it was less surprising. We were now stuck without a permanent teacher, though, and the local woman who usually substitutes couldn't do it long term because she has another job. So two retired teachers from Avalon very kindly offered to step in and tag-team teach the rest of the year. One of them even taught at the Little Red Schoolhouse years ago, and both of them taught some of the PTA parents in Avalon. So we are very grateful to these wonderful ladies (glory, laud and honor to them for helping us out).
Now I guess if the teacher was unhappy here, then it's good for her to be there and it's good for us that she's not here, and from that standpoint I wish her well. But there are a few things about the way she left that I'm really not happy about. I'm not going to go into details because the point of this entry was to tell a story, not dump her, but I thought it would lend emotional involvement to the reader to let them know that there is anger here. (Ooooh! Drama!)
Oh, and I skipped the bit where there was a rumor in town that I was stalking the teacher. I was mildly amused that I had made it into the rumor mill in this very small town, but wearied by how ludicrous the accusation was.
Well, anyway, I believe the drama is over for now. We still need to decide what to do with the school moving forward, but we have a cushion now. So going into Spring Break new week all is well at the Little Red Schoolhouse.
Well, I guess the biggest excitement recently has all had to do with the school in town. It's been at a bit of a low simmer all year. We got a new teacher this year, and while my initial impression was that she wasn't a great fit for the island (and didn't realize it), she certainly came with great credentials. Despite her frequent protestations that she "wasn't about drama", there were a string of dramas that followed her around: the restraining order drama, the dog drama, the horse drama, the mail key drama, the mail drama, the disappearing materials drama, the fence for her house drama. But in the classroom, she always professional and on-task (as near as I could tell), and the kids seemed both like her and be learning what they needed to know.
All year, she had been going back to the mainland every weekend, which made sense since her husband was there, but after Christmas, she started missing the occasional Monday, or suddenly had to leave Thursday. The frequency of these absences started increasing, and I was wondering if there was something wrong that she wasn't telling us, like a family member was sick or something.
Also around this time, Long Beach Unified School District voted, in light of the serious budget cuts necessitated by the California state fiscal crisis, that they would not fund the Little Red Schoolhouse, at least for the 2010-2011 year. Minor panic ensued in our very small schoolhouse community. For those of you who don't know, the only other school on the island is in Avalon, a 90 minute bus ride over unpaved roads. Most days the bus leaves at 6:30am and gets back at 5:45pm. And we have two kids slotted to start kindergarten in the fall. This had happened before, in 2005, and at that time the Foundation that had started the school in the first place stepped in and paid the operating cost of the school for a year, whereupon LBUSD picked us up again. No one was sure what was going to happen. Would the Foundation step in again? We heard talk that Avalon would run a second bus for the younger kids. We were considering looking into starting a charter school. There were lots of serious conversations. In the end, the Foundation Board met and agreed to fund us next year, so we have a one year stay of execution, but we still have decisions to make.
Well, around the time we were hearing that we had been bailed out, the teacher disappeared. She just left one Wednesday afternoon saying she'd be back the next week and then never came back. I guess she just cracked. Everyone was surprised at first (except, I think, the woman who works at the school as lunch monitor/janitor/groundskeeper), but upon reflection, it was less surprising. We were now stuck without a permanent teacher, though, and the local woman who usually substitutes couldn't do it long term because she has another job. So two retired teachers from Avalon very kindly offered to step in and tag-team teach the rest of the year. One of them even taught at the Little Red Schoolhouse years ago, and both of them taught some of the PTA parents in Avalon. So we are very grateful to these wonderful ladies (glory, laud and honor to them for helping us out).
Now I guess if the teacher was unhappy here, then it's good for her to be there and it's good for us that she's not here, and from that standpoint I wish her well. But there are a few things about the way she left that I'm really not happy about. I'm not going to go into details because the point of this entry was to tell a story, not dump her, but I thought it would lend emotional involvement to the reader to let them know that there is anger here. (Ooooh! Drama!)
Oh, and I skipped the bit where there was a rumor in town that I was stalking the teacher. I was mildly amused that I had made it into the rumor mill in this very small town, but wearied by how ludicrous the accusation was.
Well, anyway, I believe the drama is over for now. We still need to decide what to do with the school moving forward, but we have a cushion now. So going into Spring Break new week all is well at the Little Red Schoolhouse.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
2010: Odyssey 2
Wow. February already, and this is my first blog entry for 2010. I guess writing blog entries was not one of my New Year's resolutions.
Well, it's been a busy year so far. Grammy and Grandpa came out for a visit, but not really for fun. As you may recall, Sweetie had surgery in 2008. Well, she decided it was time to have the follow-up surgery, so we needed someone to look after the Things, and Grammy and Grandpa came right out. Coming from the mid-Atlantic states (where it's been cold) they anticipated having a nice week of hikes and exploring the island. HAHAHaHahahahahahahaha! They were in for a surprise. Poseidon must have gotten angry at Los Angeles for making fun of the rest of the country (which seems to be turning into Siberia this winter). G&G showed up on a Monday, and the marine forecast turned nasty, leading Sweetie and I to leave for the mainland a day early.
We went out to eat and saw a movie (Sherlock Holmes) - it was like a real date night. The next day was a few errands before the Dreaded Prep began. But this time, having a foreshortened GI tract, Sweetie had a much smaller prep, which meant she had to drink less stuff, was done sooner, wasn't as wiped out as she had been for prior preps. (Maybe not being sick also had something to do with it.) All of this was a pleasant surprise, even if it was tempered by knowledge of surgery the next day. There was a great deal of dread on that front, since recovery was so difficult last time.
We had to be at the hospital at early o'clock, so we got up at ridiculous o'clock to make sure we didn't get stuck in LA traffic. We got to the hospital in plenty of time. After checking in and going upstairs to pre-op, we found out Sweetie was first on the docket for our doctor. We waited patiently, yet nervously, wondering why we were voluntarily going through this again while nurses repeatedly asked Sweetie her name, birth date, doctor, procedure, etc. At one point activity noticeably picked up in pre-op and soon thereafter, Sweetie was rolled away. I went down to the lobby to wait.
The doctor had said surgery should be about 90 minutes if there were no complications, and sure enough, about 2 hours later, he was down to report the procedure was a success and complication-free. Hooray! First hurdle cleared with flying colors. While Sweetie went to recovery, I had lunch.
To make a long, happily uninteresting story short, Sweetie's hospital recovery went very smoothly. None of the pain management problems we had before. Her incision was much smaller, so there was less discomfort to start with. Very shortly, she was feeling pretty good, and was getting very bored in the hospital. The hospital stay was just 3 1/2 days, and we adjourned to the apartment.
Originally, we had planned on staying in the apartment for a week, but things were going so well, we considered trying to get back to the island early. So, of course, a series of storms hit southern CA, dumping 5 inches of rain on the island and stirring up the channel so badly that all ferries were canceled all week. Poor Grammy and Grandpa had two boys bouncing off the walls of a small house. School was even canceled Thursday and Friday (yes, they cancel school here for rain), so the Things didn't even have that to distract them. I went up to campus that week and worked, while Sweetie recovered at the apartment. This was marginally less boring for her than recovering in the hospital. (It is a very good sign when your patient is restless, rather than listless.) We finally got back to the island Sunday. The Things were very glad to see us. G&G were glad the rain had stopped and the boys could go outside.
Our weather drama was not over, though. Yet another storm was threatening, and we had to balance boat schedules against the weather and decided that G&G should leave a day early to avoid a 2 1/2 hour crossing on potentially bad seas, or even a possible boat cancellation. That was a bit disappointing for us; what with us having to leave early beforehand and them leaving early at the end, Sweetie and I hardly got to see G&G at all.
Sweetie is not 100% recovered yet, but is getting quite close. This has been a much easier process than last time, which is what we were hoping for, but not necessarily expecting. Sweetie's Mom and sister came out for a week in anticipation of helping out during Sweetie's recovery, but Sweetie was feeling well enough by the time they got here (the day after G&G left) that it turned into more of a social visit. (Not to say they didn't help out - they did, or that it wasn't appreciated - it was, but I think we all expected to have to nurse Sweetie at least a little.) We got to do a little sight-seeing, and Aunt T collected many rocks from the beach, some for our garden, some for hers.
So thanks for all the prayers and good wishes during this process. We are continuously thankful for Sweetie's doctors and the support of family and friends.
Well, it's been a busy year so far. Grammy and Grandpa came out for a visit, but not really for fun. As you may recall, Sweetie had surgery in 2008. Well, she decided it was time to have the follow-up surgery, so we needed someone to look after the Things, and Grammy and Grandpa came right out. Coming from the mid-Atlantic states (where it's been cold) they anticipated having a nice week of hikes and exploring the island. HAHAHaHahahahahahahaha! They were in for a surprise. Poseidon must have gotten angry at Los Angeles for making fun of the rest of the country (which seems to be turning into Siberia this winter). G&G showed up on a Monday, and the marine forecast turned nasty, leading Sweetie and I to leave for the mainland a day early.
We went out to eat and saw a movie (Sherlock Holmes) - it was like a real date night. The next day was a few errands before the Dreaded Prep began. But this time, having a foreshortened GI tract, Sweetie had a much smaller prep, which meant she had to drink less stuff, was done sooner, wasn't as wiped out as she had been for prior preps. (Maybe not being sick also had something to do with it.) All of this was a pleasant surprise, even if it was tempered by knowledge of surgery the next day. There was a great deal of dread on that front, since recovery was so difficult last time.
We had to be at the hospital at early o'clock, so we got up at ridiculous o'clock to make sure we didn't get stuck in LA traffic. We got to the hospital in plenty of time. After checking in and going upstairs to pre-op, we found out Sweetie was first on the docket for our doctor. We waited patiently, yet nervously, wondering why we were voluntarily going through this again while nurses repeatedly asked Sweetie her name, birth date, doctor, procedure, etc. At one point activity noticeably picked up in pre-op and soon thereafter, Sweetie was rolled away. I went down to the lobby to wait.
The doctor had said surgery should be about 90 minutes if there were no complications, and sure enough, about 2 hours later, he was down to report the procedure was a success and complication-free. Hooray! First hurdle cleared with flying colors. While Sweetie went to recovery, I had lunch.
To make a long, happily uninteresting story short, Sweetie's hospital recovery went very smoothly. None of the pain management problems we had before. Her incision was much smaller, so there was less discomfort to start with. Very shortly, she was feeling pretty good, and was getting very bored in the hospital. The hospital stay was just 3 1/2 days, and we adjourned to the apartment.
Originally, we had planned on staying in the apartment for a week, but things were going so well, we considered trying to get back to the island early. So, of course, a series of storms hit southern CA, dumping 5 inches of rain on the island and stirring up the channel so badly that all ferries were canceled all week. Poor Grammy and Grandpa had two boys bouncing off the walls of a small house. School was even canceled Thursday and Friday (yes, they cancel school here for rain), so the Things didn't even have that to distract them. I went up to campus that week and worked, while Sweetie recovered at the apartment. This was marginally less boring for her than recovering in the hospital. (It is a very good sign when your patient is restless, rather than listless.) We finally got back to the island Sunday. The Things were very glad to see us. G&G were glad the rain had stopped and the boys could go outside.
Our weather drama was not over, though. Yet another storm was threatening, and we had to balance boat schedules against the weather and decided that G&G should leave a day early to avoid a 2 1/2 hour crossing on potentially bad seas, or even a possible boat cancellation. That was a bit disappointing for us; what with us having to leave early beforehand and them leaving early at the end, Sweetie and I hardly got to see G&G at all.
Sweetie is not 100% recovered yet, but is getting quite close. This has been a much easier process than last time, which is what we were hoping for, but not necessarily expecting. Sweetie's Mom and sister came out for a week in anticipation of helping out during Sweetie's recovery, but Sweetie was feeling well enough by the time they got here (the day after G&G left) that it turned into more of a social visit. (Not to say they didn't help out - they did, or that it wasn't appreciated - it was, but I think we all expected to have to nurse Sweetie at least a little.) We got to do a little sight-seeing, and Aunt T collected many rocks from the beach, some for our garden, some for hers.
So thanks for all the prayers and good wishes during this process. We are continuously thankful for Sweetie's doctors and the support of family and friends.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?
What a silly question to ask. Of course they do. Hobbes' inability to go to bed for the last two weeks was evidence enough. Throw on top of that three Christmas parties, the Christmas decorations, and the Christmas music we've been playing at home, and I'm thinking everyone in our household was well aware that Christmas was coming.
We did not travel at all this year. It was a 'quiet' Christmas at home. Christmas Eve we wrote letters to Santa, left out cookies and lemonade (there were concerns the cats would knock over the milk before Santa had a chance to drink it), and hung the stockings by the front door with care. The kids were sent to bed with admonishments that they were not to leave their room before 7am. (Stop snickering.) Ma (in her kerchief) and I (in my cap) settled our brains for a viewing of Twilight (which was better than I expected, although a tad self-indulgent)(aimed at teens?).
The clatter arose at 6:30am, when Hobbes arrived upstairs declaring that he had been awake since 3am, and that to wait anymore was "torture". Ma tried the "wait until your brother wakes up" trick, but, alas, Calvin was awake, too. So, like dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly when met with an obstacle mount to the sky, Sweetie got up and made coffee. All adjourned to the living room for the opening of stockings. Santa was generous with the candy this year, and the kids had a good sugar buzz going as Sweetie make a french toast dish. Cleverly she served the boys the ones soaked in Grand Marnier (don't worry, most of the alcohol cooked off). She claims it was a mistake, but I think she was trying to keep the volume down around 11.
Like many families (apparently) we had made plans to Skype my folks and sister on the East Coast. I fired up the laptop, but they were not online yet. So we began opening presents. Santa had a big surprise for the Things this year. They got a Wii, something (surprisingly) neither had asked for. What a reaction. (Video to be posted shortly.)
We finally got the call from the East Coast. Initially there were connection problems (something to do with the other 15 million people using Skype, perhaps), but we finally got a stable connection and had a nice 90 minute chat and got to watch each other open presents. Things got a little intense for the cats. Kevin had to sit in a bag for a while. Then he curled up amongst the presents (and got a wrench put on him). Happy just tried to stay out of the way.
The kids got a few games for the Wii and lots of Legos, of course. Hobbes got a sleeping bag and a hiking stick. Calvin got a remote control car and several games. All in all, a noisy happy Christmas.
Christmas dinner was a very nice prime rib with mashed potatoes and green beans almondine. It was very delicious. The next night, as we were eating a delicious shepherd's pie that Calvin was not enjoying, we quizzed him on how different meals rated on a scale from 1 to 10. The shepherd's pie got a 4; Christmas dinner got an 8. What got 10s? Hot dogs, pizza, and Kraft mac & "cheese". Our little gourmet.
Now the hullabaloo is past. Okay, now Christmas is past. Hullabaloo still lurks. There has been much haggling over Wii time since. Unreasonably, we parents take the stance that running around outside is good for them, while the kids are on the side of Wii Forever.
Happy New Year all! And to all a good night!
We did not travel at all this year. It was a 'quiet' Christmas at home. Christmas Eve we wrote letters to Santa, left out cookies and lemonade (there were concerns the cats would knock over the milk before Santa had a chance to drink it), and hung the stockings by the front door with care. The kids were sent to bed with admonishments that they were not to leave their room before 7am. (Stop snickering.) Ma (in her kerchief) and I (in my cap) settled our brains for a viewing of Twilight (which was better than I expected, although a tad self-indulgent)(aimed at teens?).
The clatter arose at 6:30am, when Hobbes arrived upstairs declaring that he had been awake since 3am, and that to wait anymore was "torture". Ma tried the "wait until your brother wakes up" trick, but, alas, Calvin was awake, too. So, like dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly when met with an obstacle mount to the sky, Sweetie got up and made coffee. All adjourned to the living room for the opening of stockings. Santa was generous with the candy this year, and the kids had a good sugar buzz going as Sweetie make a french toast dish. Cleverly she served the boys the ones soaked in Grand Marnier (don't worry, most of the alcohol cooked off). She claims it was a mistake, but I think she was trying to keep the volume down around 11.
Like many families (apparently) we had made plans to Skype my folks and sister on the East Coast. I fired up the laptop, but they were not online yet. So we began opening presents. Santa had a big surprise for the Things this year. They got a Wii, something (surprisingly) neither had asked for. What a reaction. (Video to be posted shortly.)
We finally got the call from the East Coast. Initially there were connection problems (something to do with the other 15 million people using Skype, perhaps), but we finally got a stable connection and had a nice 90 minute chat and got to watch each other open presents. Things got a little intense for the cats. Kevin had to sit in a bag for a while. Then he curled up amongst the presents (and got a wrench put on him). Happy just tried to stay out of the way.
The kids got a few games for the Wii and lots of Legos, of course. Hobbes got a sleeping bag and a hiking stick. Calvin got a remote control car and several games. All in all, a noisy happy Christmas.
Christmas dinner was a very nice prime rib with mashed potatoes and green beans almondine. It was very delicious. The next night, as we were eating a delicious shepherd's pie that Calvin was not enjoying, we quizzed him on how different meals rated on a scale from 1 to 10. The shepherd's pie got a 4; Christmas dinner got an 8. What got 10s? Hot dogs, pizza, and Kraft mac & "cheese". Our little gourmet.
Now the hullabaloo is past. Okay, now Christmas is past. Hullabaloo still lurks. There has been much haggling over Wii time since. Unreasonably, we parents take the stance that running around outside is good for them, while the kids are on the side of Wii Forever.
Happy New Year all! And to all a good night!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Backyard BBQ
The backyard BBQ is a time-honored American tradition, dating back to the first time Dolly Madison set the outdoor kitchen on fire. It is also a well-loved (yet little known) show of local music put on every week by WXYC (a great radio station, even if their DJs are mostly terrible and their format obscure). Right now we don't really have a backyard BBQ. Our grill is on the side of the house because that was the large flat area that didn't turn into a mud pit when it rained. But I didn't name this posting "Sideyard BBQ" and I'll tell you why. (This is a blog, after all, not an online sweepstakes.)
You may have heard me mention working on the backyard in this blog. I've talked about it several times since we moved in two and a half years ago. Let's revisit the back yard as it was, year and year ago:
Yes, and lovely, wasn't it. Sorry I don't have a shot of it when it rained. Or when the big branch fell out of the eucalyptus tree.
Well major work has been completed. We put in a shed. We put in a deck, and now we've completed the terraced garden area. If only we could them to cut down the damn tree. We still plan to put pavers down in all the remaining dirt areas, but that will come when the rainy season ends. A few photos showing off our handiwork:
Much better, no? Now I just need to drag the grill around back and we can have a backyard BBQ.
You may have heard me mention working on the backyard in this blog. I've talked about it several times since we moved in two and a half years ago. Let's revisit the back yard as it was, year and year ago:
Yes, and lovely, wasn't it. Sorry I don't have a shot of it when it rained. Or when the big branch fell out of the eucalyptus tree.
Well major work has been completed. We put in a shed. We put in a deck, and now we've completed the terraced garden area. If only we could them to cut down the damn tree. We still plan to put pavers down in all the remaining dirt areas, but that will come when the rainy season ends. A few photos showing off our handiwork:
Much better, no? Now I just need to drag the grill around back and we can have a backyard BBQ.
Monday, November 30, 2009
No way to start a conversation
So last night we're watching one of the Star Wars films and Calvin turns to me and says, "Dad, you need to drink less beer." (I was drinking one at the time.)
A bit taken aback, I said, "Why? Am I a bad dad when I drink beer?"
"No, but it fills up the recycling with bottles and then it's heavy."
NB 1. We have the boys take our recycling down to the recycling collection point.
NB 2. The recycling collection point is about 25 feet away from our house now.
NB 3. For the record, I drank exactly two beers this weekend.
A bit taken aback, I said, "Why? Am I a bad dad when I drink beer?"
"No, but it fills up the recycling with bottles and then it's heavy."
NB 1. We have the boys take our recycling down to the recycling collection point.
NB 2. The recycling collection point is about 25 feet away from our house now.
NB 3. For the record, I drank exactly two beers this weekend.
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