I HATE STEVE
17 June 2002
I don't really hate Steve, but today he posted the url to a game called Text Twist. It's the kind of game I
love and I've been totally addicted to it whenever I sit down at the computer. It's going
to make getting anything productive done very difficult.
Just what I need: another computer addiction!
Today is Father's Day and I'm afraid Father wasn't treated too kindly here in this
house. I didn't even get him a card, and because I was busy writing the review for Sweeney
Todd (gave it 3½ stars), I didn't even cook his breakfast (at least I made the
I felt good about the review. For once, I didn't do any on-line checking of anything.
Just wrote it cold and I don't think it sounded too bad.
When the review was finished and e-mailed to my editor, I had to put together a salad
to bring to a barbecue this afternoon, and that entailed a trip to the store buy
ingredients. While I was gone, Walt fixed his own breakfast.
It was kind of fun going off to the supermarket today. I didn't have a lot to buy, so
instead of using gas, I just hooked my bag to the back of the bike and rode to the store
instead of driving. When I got my groceries, I had them put in the canvas bag instead of
wasting a paper or plastic bag. I've lived in Davis for 30 years, and I'm finally acting
like an environmentally conscious Davisite.
I was making my usual broccoli salad to take to the barbecue. In deference to
Walt's and Marta's dislike of onions, I made two batches--one with onions and one without.
The barbecue was held at the home of Marta's step sister Lindsay and her husband Brad
(and 17 month old Isabella). The dinner was in honor of all the dads--Marta's, Ned's,
Brad's, and Brad himself, since he has a 17 month old and a baby expected in January.
The thing about getting together with a bunch of people who don't know each other well
is that when you have a baby around, everybody focuses on the baby. The same is true
of a puppy--I remember when we were hosting a group of foreign students and they would all
meet at our house while waiting for their families to pick them up. Everybody was nervous
and somewhat uncomfortable and so instead of trying to make small talk, they would all
spend time tossing a ball for the dog--we once spent an hour doing nothing but playing
keep-away with the dog!
Isabella is the perfect child to be the center of attention. She's a very easy going,
adorable little girl. I remember when we first met her, about this time last year. We were
all having dinner at a very noisy restaurant to celebrate the birthday of about five
people. We must have sat at the time for easily 2 hours. Isabella sat in her high chair
just looking around. She never let a sound out of her, which for a baby less than a year
old was pretty incredible.
Now she's mobile, which just makes her more fun. She spent a lot of time handing out
invisible things to everybody (we never did figure out what they were supposed to be). Ned
got her giggling a lot as he chased her around the house on all fours, and then her Dad
started pulling her around on a big piece of paper. Lots of laughter and not a single tear
(well, except for the time when her aunt lifted her overhead and banged her head into the
chandelier in the dining room!)
It was a nice low-key afternoon. Good food, good company and home by 8 p.m. What more
could you ask?