This was my first visit downtown again in… a year and a half. I snapped this photo right before walking across the street, and looked up to see this guy standing a few steps into the intersection, yelling “Hey!” loudly and repeatedly.
Came downstairs to find Phineas sleeping. On closer inspection, I realized he leaned right into a food dish and didn’t seem to care one bit.
After I mowed the lawn – this was my next task: dig out an old portion of tree root, in a spot where Liz wanted to put some plants.
Hard to believe this is still here, after over seven years.
Liz, pointing out the new plants that are in. And the various spots where she found a ton of bricks/rocks. Which appear to be everywhere in our yard, at a certain depth.
Anymore, I can’t differentiate between the name of new sodas and the name of popular bands. Seeing this made me wonder how much certain foods/brands that I loved as a child may have changed, without my knowing, over the years.
There was a feeling that it wasn’t me who was shoving the song in everyone’s face, it was the rest of the world, and I was kind of like, “It’s okay! You don’t have to play my song so much! Play some other songs! We can listen to different music!” I’d show up at commercial music stations and they’d be like, “The star has arrived!” And I’d be like, “I’d like to hear some other music, please.”
The more I looked, the more I realized how much of a custom contraption it seemed to be. A bunch of tubes, duct-taped together, leading into a barrel.
I had a lot of fun playing ping-pong with both Sebastian and Paige. They’re both quite formidable, and we were all pretty evenly matched.
Liz decided to get in on the phone, and played a few rounds with Paige in the garage.
Brandon set up a slack line (and is something to behold, watching him run and leap onto the thing).
A big event that many of us were looking forward to this weekend: Tricia, visiting with the kids. It’s been ages since Liz and I have seen Paige, Audrey, and Sebastian… and it was a mini-reunion of sorts when they all arrived.
Liz and I left work a little early, and drove up on Friday to the Christiana Lakehouse. I say early, but what I mean is that we stopped working at 4PM with the intention of hitting the road, but probably didn’t actually get moving until closer to 5:30 PM.
At work, a group of us are using Music League to create weekly, collaborative playlists, built around various themes. The most recent theme was titled “We’ve Since Broken Up, But I Still Love This Song,” and my submission for it was Billy Bragg’s “The Only One.”
But for me, the act of cutting my hair is almost like an admission that things are back to normal. And deep down, I still feel like we are far from normal. And that I don’t yet know what the Fall brings.
It’s a nice reminder that there is still playfulness and whimsy out there, but it definitely feels like there’s not nearly enough of it.