Just regular folks.

Last night we went to Bob and Katherine’s house because Jeremy’s college friend Paul is interviewing for a prof position at Bard. He is a German studies guy teaching right now at Ohio State. He had lots of amusing things to say. He said that the world was playing a cosmic joke on him because when he went to college in the late 80s early 90s, grunge was in, so all the girls wore these huge sweatshirts and baggy jeans and now that he was a prof, apparently all the undergrad girls dress in skin-tight, flesh exposing outfits. He asked about Donald, apparently Donald and Paul met in the Bay Area once when he was in school at Berkeley. We had take-out Indian food with Jeremy’s friends, Paul, Alan and Alan’s girlfriend Anne Carson.

Also, last night we were hoping that Vince would have his first sleepover at the grandparent house so we could clean up the tornado disater area that is our house. He was really excited and had packed a bag and everything, but at the last minute, he decided that it would be a better idea to come home.

All my roomies are sick too. Now I’m beginning to wonder whether it was the bike riding or not. But they are all in varying states of disease. The funny thing is that Frank still wanted to desparately go into the hottub tonight even tho it would be a primordial soup of germs. Otherwise I bought some NyQuil too. The liquic stuff that’ll hopefully put me out really fast really soon. Sleep – what sweet bliss. 🙂

with your party! woo hoo!

oye. feeling really crappy. tho i’ve gone to the store forsoup and tissues. This is the worst i’ve been in recent memory…

OK, can everyone hear this audiofile?

Well, my blood pressure went down yesterday, 138/85. Not too good but not too bad either. So, I exercised again this morning at 5:30 AM for 45 minutes on a walking machine. I saw a lady worked her butts out, incredible. I don’t like those people also. Exercise freaks. 🙁

Donald, how do you feel? More chicken soup!

So I’m getting a little concerned about the piano lessons. They are going pretty well and I like my teacher. Demanding and assertive, but also encouraging so I don’t feel too lame. But all of a sudden there is so much to remember. Pedaling at the right time, phrasing of the notes, keeping everything in correct rythmn, I’m even trying to do “voicing” which is when the right hand plays 3 notes – one with the thumb, one with the middle finger and one with the pinky – to play the note that is the melody louder than the other two notes. Arggg! Who can remember to do all that?

So it’s 11 o’clock at night. The cheesecake is done. The crusts for 2 apple pies are in the fridge. The only thing I can say is that one never fully realizes how much fat/butter/sugar there is in these things unless you really make them by hand.

Sp we are also featuring drinks at our party. Cosmopolitans (NY), margaritas (Texas) and gao-liang liquor (Taiwan).

Vince is still awake. He’s crashing every day at 3 or 4 pm and sleeping well past 5 pm. I’m not sure how to remedy the situation.

Today we went to the East Fishkill library for our weekly exchange of books and CDs. It’s pretty hilarious. Sometimes I’m grateful that we don’t have a big house because then I would have to look in 2-3 times more space for lost library books. Today we were there just in time to go to the 11 am storytime, which Vince loved. I finally got to see in person the sitting down in a group that he learned in nursery school. I used to take him to these things a year ago and he didn’t want to sit down and he would scream at the top of his lungs if anybody sang songs.

I finally had to put the child gate up in our house. We have a staircase in our apt and today was the first day that Edda is really capable of crawling a distance when I’m out of the room blogging or going to the bathroom or some other nonsense like that.