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Well, Now That's Done
28/3/07 11:04Cookies are done!
Colon has been inspected and pronounced USDA Choice.
Now back to real life. This Saturday YG has her first synchronized skating competition; Emily goes to Boarding School; and SG has her mime troupe performance. None of this takes any particular effort on my part except for getting them to their appointed places (well, YG has to be in Redwood City, 45 minutes away, at 7:15--in uniform, with makeup and hair done, which could be construed as effort, I suppose).
Sunday we fly East for a two-fold Spring Break extravaganza. While SG and her father go around to colleges, YG and I will be in the Berkshires, going through my father's house, sorting out what goes to the auctioneer's, what goes to friends or the library or schools, and what goes to tag sale. YG, who is all sentimental about the house, will likely (given that I'll be working my ass off and the TV doesn't work and she'll be trapped in the place for four days) be a little less romantic about it by week's end.
Then down to NYC for a day or so, before catching the plane home.
And this is a vacation?
Ah, well.
Sent my father a case of Thin Mints to prep him for our invasion.
Colon has been inspected and pronounced USDA Choice.
Now back to real life. This Saturday YG has her first synchronized skating competition; Emily goes to Boarding School; and SG has her mime troupe performance. None of this takes any particular effort on my part except for getting them to their appointed places (well, YG has to be in Redwood City, 45 minutes away, at 7:15--in uniform, with makeup and hair done, which could be construed as effort, I suppose).
Sunday we fly East for a two-fold Spring Break extravaganza. While SG and her father go around to colleges, YG and I will be in the Berkshires, going through my father's house, sorting out what goes to the auctioneer's, what goes to friends or the library or schools, and what goes to tag sale. YG, who is all sentimental about the house, will likely (given that I'll be working my ass off and the TV doesn't work and she'll be trapped in the place for four days) be a little less romantic about it by week's end.
Then down to NYC for a day or so, before catching the plane home.
And this is a vacation?
Ah, well.
Sent my father a case of Thin Mints to prep him for our invasion.