the
unusual suspects
9.20.98
(photo by ross amaji)
We think there may be something in our
water.
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The barbecue this weekend was at our
house, in celebration of Amy becoming a seven-year-old.
Teriyaki chicken, hamburgers, turkey
burgers, hot dogs, pasta salad, green salad, ranch beans.
Coke, Diet Coke, Cactus Cooler, various
juices, bottled water, beer.
Cake, coffee.
There is a sense of neighborhood among the
co-conspirators pictured above (the photo is from last
week's BBQ at Ross and Mary's), and we all recognize it
as something valuable, but it's not something we talk
about. It's like wearing a favorite coat that keeps you
toasty and makes you look good, but you don't go around
saying "hey check out how good I look in this toasty
coat."
Amy had a blast of a day. It started with
a pizza breakfast at Chuck E. Cheese with her school
chums and some kids from the neighborhood and ended with
her nodding off in anticipation of the tooth fairy. Yep,
another baby tooth gone.
With Viv home from the business trip, and
Amy past her big day, I'm finally getting some slack
time. I love slack time. I lurve it. Luff. Mmmmmwah.
That's it. No exploratory surgery on life
today.
Have fun everybody.
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Today's
Music:
"Who Knows Where The Time
Goes" -- Nanci Griffith -- OTHER VOICES, TOO
(A TRIP BACK TO BOUNTIFUL)
Wisdom of the Day:
"If you can't say anything good about
someone, sit right here by me."
- Alice Roosevelt Longworth, (saying,
quoted in The New York Times, obituary)
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