An apple away

I’ve been trying to eat healthier and so I’ve been bringing in an apple for my afternoon snack. I carefully pick them out at the grocery store getting only the finest in appledom. I’d set it there on my filing cabinet as I happily and cheerfully worked away knowing that my apple was waiting for me.

Well, I’ve noticed a penchant by those co-worker people to pick up my apple and examine it as if it’s being judged at some county fair in the Best Office Apple category. Ew. I don’t walk over to your desk and pick up your sandwich and remark on the texture of the bread. I liked having my apple out. I think it’s a rather sunshiney fruit right up there with bananas and blueberries.

So, now I’ve had to hide my apple away in a dark, dark drawer. If anyone asks I'll deny having any fruit. It's a personal matter, yeah.

Gotta Be Starting Something

Thursday, July 19, 2007; 1:20 PM (AP)


WASHINGTON -- Michael Jackson toured the Smithsonian's National Air and Space and American Indian museums, arriving with his children before the buildings opened to the public.

"He wanted to show them the sights," Raymone Bain, a publicist for the 48-year-old pop star, told The Washington Post.


At the air and space museum, Jackson lingered over the 1903 Wright Flyer, the first heavier-than-air powered aircraft to make a sustained flight with a pilot aboard, during his visit Wednesday. His children enjoyed robots R2-D2 and C-3PO from the "Star Wars" movies.

Jackson will be in the Washington region for a few days. Bain said the singer has been looking for a vacation home.


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I'm choosing to see this as a positive sign for the upcoming election... a little dove returning with an olive leaf and a burka telling us that DC has been cleaned of the republican mess.

Red, Red Whine

What is it about the beach that renews us and recharges us? Does the sound of the ocean awaken some primordial, instinctive pleasure? We’d start the day with a leisurely breakfast and then head to the beach for a few hours until lunch beckoned. After a nice long nap we’d wake and stumble into town for a little browsing, dinner and then home to crash. It was a week of warm sun, frozen drinks, sand castles, and toy boats. It was heaven.

I love the rich dessert of Rehoboth with the giddy kids, the grandparents and the gays as the icing on top. That’s a terrible mess of a metaphor. Eh. Whatever. I’ll let it sit there.

We came home to catch up on all our bad tv. We are addicted to So You Think You Can Dance and Top Chef. I hope I’m not losing some valuable thinking um part of the brain as I spend more time in children’s literature and constant vigilance.

The vacation was a nice recharge and I need to figure out some way to hold onto that relaxed state even as E drives me insane. I was worried how it all might go a week together with no breaks but it was great, no problems. Relaxed and on the beach even L was talking about E2.

It’s amazing what a margarita and a little sun can do.

Rehobound

It's been a crazy week here but we're finally reaching the conclusion. Tonight there will be mad packing and then Saturday we leave for lovely Rehoboth.





I can't wait. We've rented a cute little beach house and some family is stopping by for part of the week. There's sand to dig, castles to build.

...and we'll be celebrating my birthday. I feel the wisdom rushing towards me as I gain another year. I feel a little creakier in the joints, a little more patient in my understanding, and a lot more loved where it counts.

See you all in a week and some change!