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Friday, April 25, 2008

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Today is April 25, 2008, and as soon as I do my laundry, wash dishes, vacuum, dust, deposit my paycheck, fill out a form, fax a form, climb for an hour, run for an hour, wash my inexcusably long hair, and pack my bag...

I am going to New Jersey to see my dad, my brother, my Leta and my Liam. Last time I was there, I took a picture of this creature in the back yard:

I'll take more pictures this weekend, and maybe even post a few of my dad, who alive and well 33 weeks after he was told he had 2 weeks to live.

Wheeeeeee.

See you tomorrow.

7 comments:

Jennifer said...: i wanna go away for the weekend... and I wish my hair was long... i should have never cut it around x-mas time... oh well. i hope you have a GREAT weekend w/ nice weather!
can't wait to see your pics of this weekend and hear all about your family... especially little liam!! :) he is a QT! :)

hugs, jenn; April 25, 2008 at 2:35 PM
Anonymous said...: Have a great time! So glad you dad is hanging in :-).; April 25, 2008 at 2:38 PM
ellie said...: cherish every moment with him -- it's a gift.; April 25, 2008 at 6:16 PM
Dagny said...: Have a good time with Dad.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo; April 26, 2008 at 9:16 AM
Julie said...: I hope you have a blast!; April 26, 2008 at 12:14 PM
Anonymous said...: He needs to get a doctor with a better crystal ball.

Love the robin pic.; April 27, 2008 at 12:16 PM
imaginary binky said...: Ah, robin redbreast. How you vex me when I think that you should really be called robin orangebreast. I guess that doesn't roll off the tongue quite as well.

Cherish these days with your dad. Good grief, if I'd only known... you know?; April 28, 2008 at 1:57 AM

Who are these people?

Bibi - God bless the guy who gets Bee. I can't even think of anything obnoxious to say about her. She can eat pasta without gaining weight, she can run the ridges at Gertrude's Nose with no fear, and she is by miles the best climber of all of us. She's going to Kili with us. Hell, she'll be leading.
Buzz Elder Brother. Cross me at your peril.
Jib computer wizard, entrepreneur, stand-up comedian, stand-up guy I can count on to catch a movie and hold hands in the dark without it having any meaning whatosever. Every woman needs a man like Jib.
Joe - locquacious, flirtatious, 40-something hiking buddy - also, ex-manfriend of Pax.
Larry, WPITW - climber, hiker, badass (not in the good way, either). At a given moment, at least half of us are not speaking to him.
Liam - My nephew, whose favorite words are "noing," "Bobby," "dumptruck," "job-site" and "Daddy." He also says "obstreperous" "pulchritudinous" and "Nina" upon request.
Merry - Australian BFF spends the summers on a yacht, nannying for a celebrity couple with two children. She lives in a brownstone and she has a chauffeur. And we have no idea who she works for.
Newsy has been my friend for about 22,000 hours. Or more. I don't have a calculator. She has about 3423% more professional and personal commitments than I do, and yet she still finds time to think about me. I find this astonishing. If you knew her, you'd be astonished, too.
Pax - climber, hiker, corporate warrior, used to date Joe. Sticks by Larry in spite of his horribleness. None of us understands this.
Skatey- he rides a skateboard. He can dance. He can throw a frisbee and he's not bad at karaoke, either.
Sri - Bengali princess who, aside from kicking my ass at climbing, and aside from being a smokin' hiker, brought down the evil empire of Larry and also once told me that "even girls' are turned on my breasts." Also never turns down "one more round."
Supajewie - Long distance drinking buddy, just about the only person I know who "gets it". And no, she's not Jewish. It's a long story.
Tex - is what happens when you take a normal man, add alcohol, subtract common sense and tact, and then buy him another drink.

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