Dale had a very nice day on his birthday—bike ride in the morning (a tough group ride, which could have been better when all was said and done), nice cuddle with his boy, a movie in the afternoon, and then the 3 of us went to Pappdeaux for dinner. We hadn’t been there since before Jonathan was born. Our meal was quite nice and we had a lovely evening, but I think for the price—next time I’d rather just go to our favorite steakhouse (Austin Land and Cattle Company).
He gots lots of nice presents and calls from friends and family, and for all 3 of us it felt like a special day.
My damn fountain has stopped working AGAIN. I went out on the deck this morning and it was totally silent. I had just bought a new pump before I went to Kansas, and last night it was working—but today it is not. I tried plugging it into another outlet, but no luck. [lots of profanity inserted here] Am not sure what I will do now—may see if I can exchange for a new one, although I no longer have the receipt. Never hurts to beg, though—I mean ask.
Got the question from Jonathan yesterday morning . . . “When are you going to have another baby?” For now he is pretending that his little stuffed Paddington Bear is his brother. He also likes to pretend he’s Eamon and I’m Jessica. Last week, after Kathleen & Matthew were here for the night before his UT orientation started, he pretended that I was Kathleen and he was Matthew. After our visit to Houston for Matthew & Courtney’s graduation party, he pretended I was Felicia and he was Felicia’s son. I love the way he loves his family and friends.
I am hard at work on getting in all the data I’ve collected recently to my genealogy program. I’ve decided to aim for entering new stuff for an hour a day, and maybe within three months I’ll have gotten through all this. There’s lots to do! Short-term I am focusing on making a CD with Grama Sprong’s info on it, both for Carol and for myself.
Finished an interesting book this evening, but I don’t think I’d recommend it because the father in the book was a pedophile and he beat up his children. Very good book, but who wants to recommend that to someone else? Oops, that didn’t come out quite right, since someone else loaned it to me. What I mean is that I think it should come with a warning label. It was very well written though, and I certainly wouldn’t not recommend it—just a warning about contents.
Jonathan’s birthday is this Sunday, and we’re having a small do about 1:30 p.m. with cake, ice cream, and party hats. Anyone who wants to come is welcome, and Jonathan would be thrilled to see any family member or friend who shows up. (Particularly if they have chocolate-covered raisins.) Sorry I haven’t sent invitations—too busy what with the trip to Kansas. Time just goes by so amazingly fast these days.
Posted by elizabeth at July 16, 2003 01:42 AMThat's funny you mention about not wanting to lend out a book about a pedophile. I recently read "The Lovely Bones" and it was beautiful...although really tragic and about a horrific deed done to a little girl. I felt a little odd about recommending it too. As if it were taboo.
When did we get so PC about the books we read?
Posted by: Mermu on July 18, 2003 08:54 AMMy reasons for being reluctant to recommend the book I read have nothing to do with "political correctness" or taboo subjects. It was extremely disturbing is what it was, and sexual abuse of a child--by a parent--is something to think twice about suggesting to someone else.
Posted by: Elizabeth on July 18, 2003 10:39 AM