6 July 2003
They say things come in threes. For example, soul singer Barry White died yesterday, which rounds out the latest Hollywood trifecta—Katharine Hepburn-Buddy Hackett-Barry White (earlier we had David Brinkley-Gregory Peck-Leon Uris). I guess Bob Hope is off the hook this time around.
So if things come in threes, it was inevitable that I had another fall coming. This one was just silly. I got up around 6 a.m. to refill my coffee, caught my foot in the blanket on the floor and stumbled. In trying to catch my balance, I managed to knock over a table and lamp, break the light bulb, wake up half the house, and blow a fuse all at the same time…but I stayed upright, more or less.
Things went uphill from that rocky beginning. It was the day of Tom’s big barbeque. He and his friend, Joe (Walt’s sister’s significant other) prepare mountains of food…
and serve about 60 people, who come to celebrate Tom’s birthday (33 today).
It was the usual terrific event, but I spent entirely too much time on my feet and my knee knows it. Since I have to type these entries standing up, I'm going to make this very short tonight.
Tomorrow we're finally going to see Tom and Laurel's new house!