The kids went to Laughlin, Nevada with their dad and some their cousins and aunts and uncles - they're going to jetski on the river and generally relax and enjoy the sun.
As the children were away from home, Leslie and I spent a quiet weekend avoiding missing them. Most of the weekend was uneventful, but there were a few noteworthy moments: Saturday evening we hung out with friends of ours, a couple who are very pregnant. We ate at Pasta Pomodoro in downtown Manhattan Beach, then walked around with them for a bit, until the female part of the couple got tired. It was great to see them and to see how well she's doing. Less than a month to go and she's really in great emotional shape (me, I'd be a massive nervous wreck) -- Sunday, Les and I went to Venice Beach and spent time looking at all the art and shopped at all the shops that the kids find prohibitively boring. I got a new earring, bringing my gauge up to a four. Leslie got a Tibetan tea pot and some rocks. We both saw a lot of art (mostly paintings) and spent a little time allowing ourselves to get chatted up by the fringe advocates on the strand (like the anti-circumcision folks and the guy who tried to sell us on a tree from Israel that he swore cured diabetes). Ended up walking maybe two to three miles. Very relaxing and wonderful to spend time with the sunshine of Leslie's smile.
The Gift
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[Christmas, 1965 or thereabout]
The boy was very young; perhaps 7 or 8 years old. He loved everything about
Christmas - the lights, the music, Santa ...
4 months ago
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