Misdeeds
The boys and I didn’t stay long at the library this morning.
Daniel kept trying to sneak out of the building. He would open the front doors by pushing the buttons meant for disabled people.
There was nothing for it but to drag him home, and Samuel too – just when he was occupied with the library’s Lego collection.
The protestations!
Samuel can be so quiet, one forgets that he has no sense of decorum. It’s usually all right to take him places, but, occasionally, one regrets it.
They really like it here, I told the librarians who watched me pull my shrieking children past the circulation desk.
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I viewed soccer this afternoon and came away from the TV to find Samuel “cooking” grits. It was his idea to add the taco seasoning.
Here is a more flattering depiction of the brothers. They supped at Karin’s dad’s house last night and managed to pose for him, more-or-less obediently.
Karin & I were busy celebrating our anniversary. We got haircuts and ate salad. We like the salad bar at Macri’s. It’s simple, but the ingredients are good: I especially like the beets.
We usually can’t finish the entrées we order with the salad, so we eat them the next day. They taste better after cooling and reheating.
Having eaten our salad, we went to a hardware store and looked at some macabre weeding tools.
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Today I have a cold. I feel as though my nose will fall off.
I’ve begun reading a book I swore I’d never touch: Baroness Orczy’s Scarlet Pimpernel. As I age, I have less and less appetite for camp, but after the 8,392nd TV reference, the urge got the better of me.
I’ve also been reading Forster’s Where Angels Fear to Tread; various previously mentioned books (Tolkien’s dwarves keep reminding me of the twelve tribes of Israel); and some Platonic dialogs I hadn’t gotten to (more on them later).
As I type, Samuel threads a USB cable through a grate in the floor of our house.
Daniel kept trying to sneak out of the building. He would open the front doors by pushing the buttons meant for disabled people.
There was nothing for it but to drag him home, and Samuel too – just when he was occupied with the library’s Lego collection.
The protestations!
Samuel can be so quiet, one forgets that he has no sense of decorum. It’s usually all right to take him places, but, occasionally, one regrets it.
They really like it here, I told the librarians who watched me pull my shrieking children past the circulation desk.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
I viewed soccer this afternoon and came away from the TV to find Samuel “cooking” grits. It was his idea to add the taco seasoning.
Here is a more flattering depiction of the brothers. They supped at Karin’s dad’s house last night and managed to pose for him, more-or-less obediently.
Karin & I were busy celebrating our anniversary. We got haircuts and ate salad. We like the salad bar at Macri’s. It’s simple, but the ingredients are good: I especially like the beets.
We usually can’t finish the entrées we order with the salad, so we eat them the next day. They taste better after cooling and reheating.
Having eaten our salad, we went to a hardware store and looked at some macabre weeding tools.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Today I have a cold. I feel as though my nose will fall off.
I’ve begun reading a book I swore I’d never touch: Baroness Orczy’s Scarlet Pimpernel. As I age, I have less and less appetite for camp, but after the 8,392nd TV reference, the urge got the better of me.
I’ve also been reading Forster’s Where Angels Fear to Tread; various previously mentioned books (Tolkien’s dwarves keep reminding me of the twelve tribes of Israel); and some Platonic dialogs I hadn’t gotten to (more on them later).
As I type, Samuel threads a USB cable through a grate in the floor of our house.