End of day update...
My dog Scout got pretty well jumped at the dog park, but loads of folks ran to help petting and soothing her. (I got Scouty from the kill shelter. She had a rough start at life and is very submissive.) Went home after, and played in the yard. You guys will meet Scout this summer. She will lick you.
Talked to my DC buddy (my older opposing counsel friend that I’ve mentioned often) he was really sad, and then his 3 year old granddaughter burst in to give him kisses. Told me on the phone she was eating croutons and raisins.
One of my best pals from choir has pneumonia and has been sleeping on an inflatable bed because he’s too sick to move his recently obtained bedroom set from his van to his room. Told another pal that we should take care of this…and we did. He’s sleeping well tonight.
A local favorite, The Parkway (a theater that shows crazy movies and sells wine, pizza, salads and beer) closed tonight. Two friends called out of the blue and said “Let’s go to the final show!” But we couldn’t get in to see the documentary on Mexican Wrestling. So we went out for pizza and speculated on what they should name their baby. Called my 82 year old mom from the restaurant and she listed all the weird names of my Italian relatives (Zorestrella…seriously) to great laughter.
Sort of bad things happened only to be quickly replaced by pretty good things.
I think the day lived up to my early emotions.
Good day don’t you think? Thanks for the messages, hope all of yours were good too.
Talked to my DC buddy (my older opposing counsel friend that I’ve mentioned often) he was really sad, and then his 3 year old granddaughter burst in to give him kisses. Told me on the phone she was eating croutons and raisins.
One of my best pals from choir has pneumonia and has been sleeping on an inflatable bed because he’s too sick to move his recently obtained bedroom set from his van to his room. Told another pal that we should take care of this…and we did. He’s sleeping well tonight.
A local favorite, The Parkway (a theater that shows crazy movies and sells wine, pizza, salads and beer) closed tonight. Two friends called out of the blue and said “Let’s go to the final show!” But we couldn’t get in to see the documentary on Mexican Wrestling. So we went out for pizza and speculated on what they should name their baby. Called my 82 year old mom from the restaurant and she listed all the weird names of my Italian relatives (Zorestrella…seriously) to great laughter.
Sort of bad things happened only to be quickly replaced by pretty good things.
I think the day lived up to my early emotions.
Good day don’t you think? Thanks for the messages, hope all of yours were good too.