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Guess what Avocado has discovered? Vinyl! Not only has she discovered the joys of listening to her dad's old Beatles records on the turntable* ("what's that sound?" "what sound?" "the scratchy budupbudupbudup sound." "that means the record has to be turned over." "turned ov--Oh, yeah. Right.") but she has now come home with her very own first record: "Chicken Noodle Soup," by Webster and Young, featuring the Voice of Harlem. Why this? Because it was there, and cost her $.79. Sir Edmund Hillary would be proud.
And while we're on the subject of how delightfully odd my daughter is? I think I went to one football game in my entire academic career. I didn't start enjoying going to baseball games until I was in my 30s. Pep rallies, so called, were obligatory at my high school, but I usually got a note so I could shelve books in the library. I had the school spirit of a snail. So how is it that my daughter not only embraces school spirit with passion, but does so to the extent of dying clothes to the school colors and painting her face blue and orange before going off to the championship game between the Balboa Buccaneers and the Washington HS team?
(It is, I think, really cool that the city HS baseball championship game was held at AT&T park--the least the Giants could do for all the income lost to schools because everyone played hooky to go see the World Series parade last fall.)
Sadly, Bal lost. But not for lack of blue-and-orange girls screaming their hearts out in the bleachers.
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* I should point out that her dad has every Beatles recording, in every possible format, ever.
And while we're on the subject of how delightfully odd my daughter is? I think I went to one football game in my entire academic career. I didn't start enjoying going to baseball games until I was in my 30s. Pep rallies, so called, were obligatory at my high school, but I usually got a note so I could shelve books in the library. I had the school spirit of a snail. So how is it that my daughter not only embraces school spirit with passion, but does so to the extent of dying clothes to the school colors and painting her face blue and orange before going off to the championship game between the Balboa Buccaneers and the Washington HS team?
(It is, I think, really cool that the city HS baseball championship game was held at AT&T park--the least the Giants could do for all the income lost to schools because everyone played hooky to go see the World Series parade last fall.)
Sadly, Bal lost. But not for lack of blue-and-orange girls screaming their hearts out in the bleachers.
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* I should point out that her dad has every Beatles recording, in every possible format, ever.