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| These Two! |
Yesterday was the first actual spring
day New England has been granted this year. I marked the day by finally turning
off the heat which seems really late to me. If nothing else this past year convinced
me that natural gas is the way to go after all the prior years with oil heat.
What was I thinking? At least the new house is gas heated.
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| Assisting Mom with the Menu |
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| Supervising Operations |
My absent wife and Cali-Daughter
finally got out for their belated Mother’s Day dinner last night. I put my granddaughter
in charge and she seemingly seized control as soon as they got to the restaurant.
She had very decided opinions on the menu. She’s moving along in her transition
to solid foods. She seems to like the frozen applesauce her grandmother was
providing yesterday and didn’t gag on carrots although she did provide one of
her evolving disgusted looks (see photo).
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| The Look |
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| Carrots, Huh? |
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| This Applesauce isn't so Bad |
As May is marching steadily onward I’m
starting to get really excited about the upcoming move and most of all getting
my partner in crime back at my side. Watching the Red Sox together via Facetime
is a poor substitute for the real thing. I met quickly yesterday with the guy
who’s hopefully going to be building the deck on the new house. My biggest accomplishment
yesterday though, and one I take no small amount of pride in was ordering a
high chair for the upcoming visit of the First Blog Reader. To say I am excited
about seeing both her and my daughter would be an understatement of
multi-dimensional immensity.
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| Wingman (far right facing audience) in S.F. Last Night |
Wingman's band's farewell tour passed
through San Francisco last night and is headed south to L.A. He gets a day off
today and will get to spend it with the charming three ladies currently
residing in his apartment. I wish I could be there to see my granddaughter’s
face when she realizes her daddy is back, at least for a little bit. I can
sympathize. Some of the clearest memories I have from my time in uniform were
those times returning home after long absences and seeing my family again.
There always seemed to be dust in the air when that happened.
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| Back to 1000 Pieces |
Finally the 1000th piece of
the book store puzzle showed up last night. It was mysteriously located
downstairs underneath Buddy’s bed. I’m not making any accusations but it seems
fairly odd to have walked down all those stairs by itself. The Wonder Pooch did
not chew it up which stands as a huge surprise. I guess he was just trying to
send me a message.
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