Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

[elfs]

The well-sweetened Kouryou-chan.

Sunday consisted almost entirely of a crash-course in Catalyst, followed by me and Kouryou-chan hurtling up to Greenlake to pick up Omaha, who had gone out to meet some friends, and then on to the ice-skating rink in Shoreline for a birthday party with one of her friends.

Kouryou-chan and I were delayed twenty minutes getting out of the house because one of her teeth fell out. That's four in the past two months. The kid has noticeable gaps now. What delayed us was not the tooth-- all of her teeth have fallen out without pain or drama-- but she dropped it down the sink. Fortunately, it was still in the trap, but that was a gross job.

At the skating rink, Omaha and I hung out with the parents while we watched the kids go round. The little girl who is Kouryou-chan's friend has a big brother, who has his own friends, who are all at the savage ape stage of teenagerhood. I mean, they're okay young men in their own right, but they're also not quite ready to think coherently about anything. Listening to them josh about girls was almost exactly like listening to Yamaraashi-chan josh about boys, only less coherent, despite their being two years older.

I had an odd moment at the ice skating rink. While there, I saw a man with his wife and children skating, and it took me forever to identify him. He was Mr. K., lawyer for the defendant, in that personal injury case where I was the jury foreman. It was weird, a kind of out-of-context error.

After the skating, we drove back up to another friend's house to celebrate his 40th birthday, to eat "authentic British cuisine"-- which seems to not include any vegetables whatsoever, and listen to him and his lovely wife play ancient music, in which they are both highly versed.

We got home around 8:30pm, at which point we all just headed straight to bed.

Comments

[icebluenothing.livejournal.com]

"authentic British cuisine"-- which seems to not include any vegetables whatsoever

Be grateful for this. My mother is English, and I grew up with the impression that the only way to approach any vegetable is to boil it until you're absolutely certain it's dead.

[katybeth]

only less coherent, despite their being two years older

I'm not sure "despite" is the correct word here. :-)

[iljoyce.livejournal.com]

"authentic British cuisine"-- which seems to not include any vegetables whatsoever"

Hey, I live in Scotland now... home of the deep fried Mars (Milky Way in US) Bar. Where they'll take a pizza and batter and deep fry it, a portion of macaroni cheese and deep fry it, a burger on a bun battered and deep fried... yet there is great fresh produce here.... some fantastic veg, especially roots and leafy greens.... I LOVE my sprouts and salads and turnip and squashes...

catalyst impressions?

[genehack.org (from livejournal.com)]

I would be interested in hearing what you thought after your Catalyst crash course...