Was pinned to my mattress and coughed upon for several hours last night by a leggy 8 year old and his scruffy teddy bear. The bear goes home each week with a new kid, certainly spreading lice and other vermin via his oft-nuzzled fur. Am awaiting my upper respiratory and nit infestation.
Am reading, "Where'd You Go, Bernadette: A Novel." The titular character is a Choate alum and her daughter has just been offered a place there. Very funny exchanges w/ the admissions office. Am also enjoying the rebranding efforts of her current elementary school. A consultant has been hired to pull some "Mercedes Parents" into what's currently a "Subaru Parents" school.
Each night, either M or I pull in the zombie so he won't get stolen. This morning, it was pretty foggy and dark when I woke up and came downstairs. The man in the sombrero scared the bleepity-bleep out of me.
Working from home again today b/c I can get two more hours of work in if I don't commute. BART agreement was reached late last night, but trains are running in a limited capacity.
Went to breakfast at the Cliff House Bistro, watched the fog clear as I made my way thru a Benedict, and discovered guys skim boarding near the big rocks below.
A friend had been complaining of hearing issues lately. She went to the doctor yesterday and they removed a wax plug, the size of a cigarette filter, from each ear. (shudder) (gag) (barf)
The doc told her our ears are like ovens, some are self-cleaning, others aren't.
BART has been around since the mid-70s. Enjoy this photo of the Lake Merritt station crew.
I asked C if he knew who Christopher Columbus was, and he said he'd heard of him. Then I asked if he knew what "indigenous people" were, and of course, he did. We spent the day contemplating this at the beach and later moved our musings to the trampoline park.
Last night a cat started meowing outside our front door. I opened it up and it dashed in and started devouring the burrito I'd set down to answer the door. (Must be a Mission cat) I think it's a Maine Coon, it's feet are huge. Turns out it belongs to my neighbor across the street and has been lost for months.
Spent a portion of last night trying to master Lady Grantham's facial expressions (Downton Abbey). Chin down, perpetual insipid smile, googley eyes.
Amazing weekend at the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival. It was clear and hot this weekend. Enjoyed 3 free days of music. Highlights: Calexico, Chris Issac doing his own stuff and Roy Orbison and Elvis, Steve Martin doing banjo and jokes w/ Edie Brickell singing along.
We're the three in the tree:
WT: Realized C hasn't seen "Mary Poppins" when he stared at me blankly as I was singing "Zippedy Doo Da" this morning.
CB: That was Song of the South, not Mary Poppins! Though he clearly does need to get his supercalafragalisticexpialadotious on too!
WT: Oh cr*p, and I call myself a mother?