So I went over to the new house yesterday to show Cynthia where the cable boxes should go.

I called and got the address and directions before I left, took the van, got off at this really complicated six street intersection, saw the street name that Cynthia had indicated, and confidently tromped down the street.

Until it looped round and came back on the main boulevard.

So, realizing that I had made a mistake, I turned around and went back to the intersection, where I discovered that the next street over had the same name as the one that I took. "Oho!" I thought, "This is the street!" and I proceeded to tromp confidently down it.

Until I hit Cynthia's old apartment.

So, realizing that I had made a mistake (again) I retraced my steps. About halfway back I saw a park that I know butts right up against the house, so I climbed the stairs to it, and there was the house!

Of course, it was on the other side of a nine foot fence.

So, realizing that I had made a mistake (it was a revelatory evening for me) I went all the way back to par, took the next street over (yep, same name as the first two--either the planner had no imagination, or it was his name) and found the house in two minutes.

Molly was very excited to see me.

She was running about and giggling and talking up a storm, but mostly what she was saying was:

Kymmie Kymmie Kymmie Kymmie
Kymmie Kymmie Kymmie Kymmie
Kymmie Kymmie Kymmie Kymmie
Kymmie Kymmie Kymmie Kymmie!

It made me think of what a puppy would sound like if it could suddenly talk.

Afterwards I decided to treat myself to a grilled cheese sandwich at the Dine-O-Mat, makers of the best grilled cheese sandwich around. Yes, the very place that turned into a kareoke bar when I was there with Jeroen and Anne Marie.

As I walked through the door, I asked the host "There won't be any singing, will there?" and he assured me that there would not be, but I think that he was a little insulted because he proceeded to seat me at the worst table in the place. So I stood there making faces until my big handsome blonde waiter let me go to a better table.

I had my lovely sarney and then just as I was finishing up they made an announcement that the restaurant was now closed and that people should exit, when ready, out of the side door. Then my big handsome blonde waited told a joke over the microphone:

"If you have ten oranges in your left hand and ten oranges in your right hand, what do you have?" Enormous hands!"

I said "What's that supposed to do, drive people away?"
The busboy overheard and about died laughing.

Hey, I forgot to say that Ken got the part of Bob Cratchett in A Christmas Carol! He was really excited, too, because it was a new version where Bob appears only at the beginning and at the end, and it was double-cast, and I thought that it was funny that he was dying to get this role, and then he was so happy because he wouldn't have to hardly ever be onstage!

One year ago today:
"It's incredible! Men dress as WOMEN!"

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