Ramblings on a Dozen Topics
Hmm… 9:38 am on Saturday morning.
I finished my article yesterday morning, and Lucas and I had a picnic at the schoolyard near our house. Then we spent the afternoon at B’s house playing with Ella and Henry. We swam and snacked and generally enjoyed ourselves in the sun for several hours.
Ian came home and cooked us a steak dinner with carmelized onions, “cob-on-the-corn,” and spinach salad. Then, a necessary trip to the store for more pull-ups resulted in a stop at Baskin-Robins for ice cream. My adventuresome 4-year-old chose lemon custard.
Ian discovered we can take 4 private ballroom dance lessons at Aurthur Murray Dance Studio on Manzanita for … $360!!! Yeah, right. Kiss my twinkle-toes, Aurthur Murray!
My in-laws are back from their 4-week road trip in Oregon, Washington, and Canada. I expect we’ll have to visit them this weekend sometime. I’m glad they’re back because now Ian won’t have to go to their house every other day and water everything on their 1-acre lot by hand.
Speaking of watering, my parents’ lawn is dying. Theirs is an automatic sprinkler system, so I don’t know why this is happening or where the malfunction is. I do know I feel guilty about the brown spots in the lawn. So I’ll go over there and set up a manual sprinkler in the hopes that I can reverse the damage in the next week before mom and dad come home.
All this effort spent keeping up our parents’ houses has resulted in a total lack of attention for our own yard. Austin, the lawn-mowing teen, has disappeared without a trace. I don’t care how much d–e he smokes, as long as he comes twice a month to mow my lawns! My Japanese maple in the back yard is looking quite singed. I need to get a taller tree planted to give it some shade. The weeds are high. I just can’t face yard work when it’s hot.
Lucas is now back at Hidden Treasure preschool after a two-week break. Thanks to Parnasus and Bella, he was able to spend the intervening days at Ring-A-Rosies with T and X. (Thank you!) He’ll get to go there on Mondays for the rest of the summer too.
July 8, 2006 at 1:15 pm
I cannot for the life of me figure out what d–e stands for. I get the gist from context, but you have me stumped on the actual translation.
Just thought I’d share.
July 8, 2006 at 4:37 pm
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July 8, 2006 at 8:05 pm
Hey Sam,
Don’t you have a clean living teenager next door to you and loves lawn mowing? Send him over!
July 8, 2006 at 8:07 pm
🙂
July 8, 2006 at 9:18 pm
oh, duh.
too much m——-a I guess…