19 June
Yay weekend! Yay sleeping 'till 12.30p! Yay beautiful day! Boo not being able to think of anything to write about!
Monty is yelling at the window that he wants to go "Out out out!" so I shall unplug and take the laptop out there to join him.
Ah, much better.
It's funny, I couldn't get Monty outside at all until this week. He always wanted to come out, but was intimidated by his brothers, who would walk up to him and look at him until he ran, hissing, back into the house.
But Monday was such a nice day that I sat outside with Milo and Baldrick (Elvis won't come out because of the foot traffic and the ball field next door, he's scared to death of strangers) for an hour or two, then put them back into the house and brought Monty out all on his own.
At first he was scared, staying close to the door and only walking with his belly brushing the ground, slinking, but then he realized that it was just him and me and he started exploring in earnest.
He was mostly interested in the cement for the longest time, viewing the grass and dirt with great suspicion, then he put a toe or two on it, and finally he was romping through the flowerbeds in a way that would have given John (Cynthia's ex-husband and Head Gardener) a heart-attack.
And now today, there he was, begging to go out! I let him out, but I couldn't not let his brothers out as well, as that wouldn't be fair at all, and of course they tried to intimidate him, but he wanted to be outside so badly that he didn't care about them, and they, not getting the desired reaction, let him alone.
And so here we are in the backyard, me and my three boys, with the sun and the breeze and the butterflies and the Little League game next door. Life is very good.
Yesterday, Bonnie apparently decided to come out at last as being Satan's daughter (gotta start looking for that 666) and got into as much trouble she could get.
First, she figured out how to open the screen door in the front, and decided to demonstrate this ability when her mother was elsewhere in the house, proceeding to walk down the front steps and wander out into the street!
A neighbour found her and brought her back before anyone knew she was gone, but my God! We were all very glad that we live on a cul de sac!
Then she punched Molly in the nose (or as Molly says "Bonnie shocked me in the nose!") and made it gush forth like a red geyser, and finally, as Fran was putting Molly to bed (Cynthia being out) she proceeded to merrily start throwing everything in sight into the toilet!
I'm certain that by Dave Van, this doesn't seem like much in the mischief department, but by us it was a very full day!
Found a couple of swell new journals yesterday, both by spouses of established journallers, strangely enough. The first being Thom's Place, by the husband of Amanda, and the second being Stitches in Time by the wife of Chuck'stake.
They both are just swell and it sure is interesting to get the other side of the story!
I just decided that no-one should be inside on such a day, and dragged Elvis out bodily. Right now he's doing the belly slinking bit, but soon he'll be playing hide and seek in the ivy with his brothers.
Man, what a day.
Today's horoscope:
You swing from a total absorption in nitty-gritty to being bored and wanting change. Allow both thoroughness and the need for variety
One year ago today:
"No, I want Bergen Line! I don't care about Boulevard East!"
* Yesterday / Index / This Month / Tomorrow *
Spring-like logo and graphics by:
Krystyn Wells!
This page was written by hand. My hand. Only
pussies use HTML editors.
Last Updated Sat 19 June 15:08:09 1999