September 11th. Could there be a worse date for a birthday? My daughter turns 20 in a few days. On September 11th, to be precise. We’ll be celebrating today, thankfully. I wonder if the sobriety of 9/11 will ever wear off?
In keeping with the family festivities, we’ve got a boatload of people coming over. My wife’s brother, his girlfriend and five kids, my youngest son’s girlfriend, who also happens to be one of my daughter’s closest friends from ballet, and my mother- and father-in-law. Chicken ka-bobs are the order of the day, and being that it’s my “free” day, I’ll be imbibiing one or two cold cervezas.
Oh and I’m writing this with w.bloggar as an experiment. I can feel myself getting sucked into the vortex of MT add-ons and doo-dads. What a dork!
Well, having polished off a cold refreshing beverage (after working up a sweat trimming the hedges), I’m off to tackle one of my favorite things: hosing off the backyard patio. And I mean every word of it. There’s something cathartic about the cool water washing away the dirt and pepper-tree droppings… cool mist wafting about in the otherwise blazing day. Ahhh.