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I bought what looks like a pretty good package of fireworks this year. Also I bought a knobbly green ball, to play catch with at the pool; D. has named it “Amoeba.”
I got to spend a few minutes at a going away party for the couple for whom we’ve done cat-sitting, and I was able to caution a professor-friend and a fellow student about the undesirability of making/eating venison chop suey. Really, don’t.
D. and I had an idyllic time at the pool, as the sun was setting, with only one other person there, plus the lifeguard, who had chosen Pink Floyd for us to listen to. Our continuous catching streak for Amoeba got as high as 38, and my lovely apprentice-geek son noted afterwards that making it to 42 would have been even better.
Later, he started watching funny American Idol auditions on YouTube, and then had me come listen to a 6-year-old girl’s very nice rendition of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” I then had him listen to Susan Boyle, and then he wanted to listen to his own voice, so we spent some time recording ourselves singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” a song to which neither of us knows all that many words. I teased him that tomorrow I’ll teach him the national anthem. Or there’s always “Shoulder to Shoulder,” from The Heffalump Movie – talk about octave jumps.
I got to spend a few minutes at a going away party for the couple for whom we’ve done cat-sitting, and I was able to caution a professor-friend and a fellow student about the undesirability of making/eating venison chop suey. Really, don’t.
D. and I had an idyllic time at the pool, as the sun was setting, with only one other person there, plus the lifeguard, who had chosen Pink Floyd for us to listen to. Our continuous catching streak for Amoeba got as high as 38, and my lovely apprentice-geek son noted afterwards that making it to 42 would have been even better.
Later, he started watching funny American Idol auditions on YouTube, and then had me come listen to a 6-year-old girl’s very nice rendition of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” I then had him listen to Susan Boyle, and then he wanted to listen to his own voice, so we spent some time recording ourselves singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” a song to which neither of us knows all that many words. I teased him that tomorrow I’ll teach him the national anthem. Or there’s always “Shoulder to Shoulder,” from The Heffalump Movie – talk about octave jumps.