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Saturday, July 5, 2003

way too damn hot for a proper entry, so perhaps some random observations from the Fourth will do for now. yes?

good. glad you're with me on that one. ;)

seeing the Boston Pops Fourth concert on the 3rd is always nice in a 'getting away with something' kind of way. and it was lovely this year - perfect weather, and some Emack and Bolio's Cookie Monster ice cream (cross between cookie dough and oreo cookie).

it's not nearly as fun as it was when i was a kid. selling the broadcast rights seems to have thrown a mokey wrench in things. see, now they tape the whole concert, out of order, the night before. so instead of getting a proper concert, we got bits and pieces and ad intro/outros. however, they still fire off cannons during the 1812 Overture, so it can't be all bad, right?

there's a very good reason why the line at The Butcher Boy is often out the door. actually, many reasons, but the burgundy sirloin tips are certainly one of them.

hanging out in the lake was certainly not the roughest way to spend the afternoon.

being able to walk 10 minutes to the hilltop park where one of the first American flags was flown (January 1, 1776) to watch the fireworks is pretty cool.

kids have the amazing ability to go from 60 to 0 in nothing flat. 'lalalalalalalal...' *briefest of pauses* *zonk*.

oh, and peg? grape racing really does exist. ;)



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Friday, July 4, 2003

y'know? not much at all has happened the last few days. and that's quite nice.

peg showed up yesterday afternoon, and after getting settled back at the house, she and i and a friend and The Dane headed down to the Esplanade. sandwiches, a cool breeze, the Pops and a pretty sky over the river. pretty much the whole night, right there. and today has been about puttering, grilling, and napping. there will be more grilling, perhaps some swimming, certainly some fireworks and a glass of wine. lovely, low key day.

good way to spend the Fourth. hope you're enjoying your day, whatever you might be up to.



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Thursday, July 3, 2003

*crunch munch crunch*

um, if i happen to talk to you on the phone today and you have trouble hearing me over the incessant crunching? i apologize. the organic banana chips from Sunridge Farms are like crack, and i have no control. must. keep. snacking.


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sitting here, feeling a little ‘eh’, wanting to write and not really knowing where to start…

fine place to be for someone who fancies herself a writer, eh?

hm. well, at least it’s ‘eh’ in the ‘i don’t really know what to do with myself before the long weekend’ sort of way, rather than the ‘ohmigod, i can’t believe it’s raining again this week’ sort of way. there’s a long weekend just around the corner, and the weather promises to be just beautiful - sunny, summery, and goodness.

and peg is about to be my very first houseguest, ever, in my very own place! (didn’t know you were going to be doing the honors, did you, m’dear?) i’m feeling prepared, and still very much at loose ends. i mean, the humble abode is clean and sweet smelling, and the pull out bed is all set, but i feel as if there should be entertainment agendas and tickets and reservations all lined up, because i’m The Hostess, right?

oh, about the pull out… funny that i’ve had that couch for some two years now, and never used it for its intended purpose, which is hosting sleepovers. how much have i never used it? the reason i couldn't pull it out on the first try last night is because the frame was still *wired shut*. mm hm. and the mattress was still in its plastic sheeting. speaking of sheeting, i had a complete oh shit moment while vaccuming out under the cushions, running the hose over the tag... the tag for my full size couch. crap. see, The Dane and i went to pick out sheets and things last week, and he stood by me while i very carefully and diligently picked out twin sheets. and yes, i made them fit, damn it. it was 9 pm, the store was closed, and i refused to be outsmarted.

so i still need to print out some bus schedules, and figure out the options for the weekend; we have so many invitations, it's crazy. 'bring her sailing!' 'come to the lake!' 'drive cross country!' okay, not the last, really, but it started to feel a little like that. but i'm thinking that things will come together just fine, and a fine time will be had by all.


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Wednesday, July 2, 2003

hm. not as if i need a new project, what with time being the increasingly precious commodity that it is, but this looks cool.

26 Things | The International Photographic Scavenger Hunt - a way of playing with how you look at your world. the beauty of this little project is that i can pick and choose when, and have the rest of the month.

hm.


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oh, my...

okay, so i needed a little humor. and right now, there are few things funnier than running The Dane's blog thru .: Snoop Dogg - Tha Shizzolator :.

'today, yo' ass will be cranky.' yup. that was about the size of it. ;)


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Monday, June 30, 2003

for what it's worth, which may be very little at all:

Battleground God: Can your beliefs about religion make it across our intellectual battleground?

took a bit of a hit, but did fairly well. (thanks to mister crunchy for tipping me to this one.)



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Sunday, June 29, 2003

unconscious mutterings:

1. Trolling:: compliments

2. Profile:: elegant

3. Tin:: pan alley

4. Phenom:: flame out

5. Mug shot:: diner mug

6. Tubular:: valley girl

7. Six Flags:: New England

8. Pickup:: artist

9. Auction:: poker

10. Astonishing:: love



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ah... blessed relief...

got to sleep in a little yesterday, spent the day in the park with my two favorite boys, worked a fabulous concert on the waterfront at sunset, found shorts that fit adult-type people, and am about to head off for the inaugural sail of the season (yes, this really is the first sail, after all that work!).

weekends don't get much better than this.



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