Tuesday, June 16, 2009


Alex, Ali and Jeff were supposed to go to the Indians game tonight, but it's been raining all day, so it's turning into a sleepover. Alex brought his baseball glove, hoping for a foul ball, but it is not meant to be.

They're disappointed but making do. right now, they're playing golf on the back porch. They say it's golf. It sounds like baseball. I've closed the kitchen door to save my out-in-the-open Fiesta ware. One particular move will win you 100 million points.

"Hey you big cheater, that one counted," I just heard.

"No it didn't.

"Yeah. Huh."

"Well, OK. Maybe that one was 900 points."


Other excerpts:

Alison was on her way to her room. Alex said he was coming with.

"If you must," she said, sighing.


Dinner time. Jeff fixed spaghetti at their request but we were out of fresh vegetables other than salad. He went down to give them a choice of frozen peas or salad.

"We'll have salad please!" they said.

They're 7.5 and 8. And they both chose and ate all their salad. Crazy.


It's getting darker. A lightning bug found his way inside. I could totally hear them.

"Hey cool."

"Let's get him in your room."


They scuttle behind me.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Nothing!" they sing in unison.


It's still raining and they've decided to out outside to find more lightning bugs. It's summer. What's a little rain? But I'm going to go free their prisoner while they're not watching...

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