It's planning day. As well as trying to get some work done I need to pick up socks, buy beer and call my parents. I want to squeeze all the goodness I can out of the weekend starting tonight.
I think I might be able to bike, hike and roller blade this weekend. I don't have to watch Rabiah's basketball games because I live in Cambridge and even though I'm not spoiled by having extra bathrooms and even though my neighbors clean their cars at 9am on quiet Sunday mornings we have a city youth basketball program that provides transportation to Medford for basketball games. I can feel guilty for missing the games if I choose.
Sylvia is 10. I sometimes still look at the children's shoes selection in the thrift store, forgetting for a moment that no one in our house will wear those shoes again. Well I do have mutant square small feet so there is the occasional pair for me there. Sylvia is not 14 though, even her insults are funny and ill formed but she is casting her net wide these days which allows me to sometimes forget that she is only 10.
Last night at dinner she moored herself right where she belonged and dominated the conversation with a 10 minute synopsis of a book who plot turned solely on a misunderstanding of the word miscellaneous which the protagonist thought was spelled Miss Alaleous. As a follow up she offered fascinating and inappropriate knowledge gleaned from the Guinness Book of World Records.
On another note Rabiah was very sad to learn that Pat Sajack and Vanna White are not married or even boyfriend and girlfriend.
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