Jumping For Joy
Isabella arrives tomorrow and we have to pay up. I owe her for each base hit she got this year and she got four.
She is bringing her brother Desi the Entertainer. He is known as the Tasmanian Devil around his house. We have been moving things a foot or two higher.
The Great PD and the Great 5H are coming too. Many things planned, of which few if any will actually get done. We'd like to go pick peaches out in Brentwood but may end up with padrones from the back porch. The Giants-Dodgers were a possibility but there were only bad/expensive tickets available, so maybe it's TV. Maybe we'll keep the kids here and send PD and 5H out on their own to explore their new home in the Mission, the one that they're going to stumble on and pay cash for, right after they get home from flying to Arabia with Tinkerbell and Spider Man. Or maybe they'll just go to la Nebbia for lasagna.
These trips come rarely and are over too soon, but it's too early to worry about that. The good news is we'll see them again the following weekend at Mummy P's Big Blowout.
I was looking at an old story I'd published a few years ago in the Noe Valley Voice, and one of the sections is about turning fifty. 50! At first, I'd thought I'd read the story at Mummy P's Blowout, except she's turning a hundred! 100!
Fifty seems pretty darned puny, doesn't it? Anyway,at this point I can hardly remember fifty.