… to all who serve and all who have served.
Monday, May 31, 2004 11:22 pm
We took the kids bowling yesterday afternoon. Victoria had been once before, on a field trip, but it was Hooper’s first time. They were utterly charmed.
It had been years since I’d been, and apparently the industry has decided to make itself more kid-friendly, in part by installing bumpers that can be raised on either side of a lane to prevent gutter balls. I appreciated that innovation as well; my only strike in two games came on a carom off the right bumper.
Hooper insisted on carrying his 6-pound ball up to the line, squatting, and giving it a hard push with both hands. It always got there, eventually, but as Ann observed, you could time it with a calendar. Of course, his scores weren’t horribly lower than mine, so perhaps I shouldn’t mock his technique. Ann, who bowled regularly with her dad when she was younger, had by far the best scores, but Victoria didn’t do badly.
This morning, Hooper called Granny and Memie to talk about his adventure, which he managed to relate without ever using the word “bowling” or its variants. “I heard him talking about ‘throwing balls down the lane’ and thought maybe that’s what he meant,” Memie told me, “but it was hard to tell.” Context is, indeed, everything.
Yesterday evening and today, Ann was seized by blood lust, or sap lust, and by midafternoon today not a holly bush was left in our front yard. The dismembered remains rest in 21 plastic bags on our curb, destined for mulching. Hasta la vista.
Friday, May 28, 2004 8:47 pm
Thursday, May 27, 2004 12:32 pm
She-Dork? Is totally my hero:
So I took a nap today and completely overslept PAST MY BEDTIME.
It takes hard work and God-given talent to be that slack.
All the small things
True care, truth brings.
I’ll take one lift.
Your ride: best trip.
–“All the Small Things,” Blink 182
Happy anniversary, sweetie.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004 6:25 pm
Tuesday, May 25, 2004 7:40 pm
The libertarian/conservative John Locke Foundation and the progressive/liberal N.C. Justice Center will be engaging in a series of online policy debates called “Raising the Issue.”
Neither group drinks much Kool-Aid, so to speak, so expect spirited discussion undergirded with real-world facts.
It could be entertaining. In, you know, a policy-wonkish kind of way. But that beats the livin’ spit out of 99% of what network and cable TV give you anymore in terms of public-issues coverage, so check it out.
So Victoria has been watching some Disney Channel lately and absorbing, as if via osmosis, its pap-pop teen prepackaging. The latest example: Hillary Duff, who, near as I can tell, is Britney Spears with less talent and more clothes. V. has been singing a Hillary Duff song, which her adoring, worshipping, emulating 3-year-old brother has rendered as:
Let the rain fall down and wash my jeans,
Let it wash away my Santa things.