Today Eli and I played ping pong for the first time in several weeks. It was swell, too, but not usually LJ-fodder, not on a night when I've got seeing Verdi's Attila with which to fill columns inches. But, as the avid Imaginary Reader may recall, I got the ping pong table from
freecycle. And, of course, the ping pong table is in the basement where
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