The other night at Dairy Queen, S, N, and I ran into a family that we are friends with. They had just come from a baseball practice.
First they asked where C was.
"Oh, I just dropped him off at the rec center to practice his diablo with a group of jugglers.
Then they asked where H was.
"Oh, he and Ken are at a historical society lecture about the Battle of Bunker Hill."
I didn't even mention that the three of us had just returned from celebrating the Buddha's birthday at the UUF.
And that's when I realized it.
We are a family of freaks.
I can't quite figure out the cat's rationale for repetitively circling figure-eight style through my legs when she's hungry and I'm walking down the stairs. Why does she think this is a good strategy? Has she considered how I will feed her when I'm in the hospital with a broken neck? See that's the trouble with cats. No foresight.
What's the protocol for the second sock when its match develops a hole?
It seems like cruel to just toss it out. Kind of akin to those ancient cultures that would doom the deceased king's wives and servant by entombing them along with the king's body.
I already have one matchless sock that I use to protect the digital camera (the sock camera C calls it) and another for the flip video camera. I guess a few more for dusting rags couldn't hurt.
song: Another is Waiting • artist: The Avett Brothers