May 29th, 2013


Poem for Wednesday, Bunny and Dad's Birthday

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Tuesday was my father's birthday, and Adam had no school because it was his high school's graduation day -- congratulations Churchill students! -- so Paul worked from home and we all went to lunch at Normandie Farm, a lovely restaurant that none of us had been to in years. It was pretty quiet (I suspect everyone ate too much over the weekend, as we did) and we were all very happy with the food; the place is famous for their popovers, which are excellent, though the fish, the eggs, the quiche, and all the desserts got good reviews too.

My parents' pool club opened for the season over the weekend, so after we gave my father his birthday presents and came home to change, he took my kids swimming and Paul and I finished work and various chores. We were so full from lunch that we really didn't eat dinner; we watched Carole King on In Performance at the White House, then the first episode of Spies of Warsaw with David Tennant, then a South Park episode none of us had ever seen about how cash cures AIDS which was kind of brilliant when it wasn't totally offensive, like all South Park!

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