Autobiographical Corner
A good weekend, a very good weekend indeed.
Unfortunately, it started off with a scorching hangover headache Friday morning . . . after a mere two tall tonics and gin at Frankie's following my son, Michael's, Freshman football game. Frankie's was the recent subject of the Food Network's Restaurant Impossible reality show. The food was outstanding and the GTs mixed very strong. I didn't see the hangover coming, but wowzie, it was bad.
Alex and Abbie came home from college with their grandparents Friday evening. We went to Jack's football game. It was his first real game of the season (in the first game, the team's plan went to hell and Jack was put on a shelf for the entire thing, then he was hurt for the next two games). He turned in a solid performance by "stretching the field on offense and narrowing the field on defense" (paraphrasing one football-knowledgeable parent, among whose ranks I am not counted). The team won its third straight game and Jack received the local radio station's "Player of the Game" award.
Daughter Meg (7th grade) finished tenth in her cross-country meet. She received a ribbon for her efforts, which prompted me to quote Jack Bynes from Meet the Fockers to her repeatedly over the weekend ("I didn't know they made ninth place ribbons"), but in a cross-country meet with over 200 girls in seventh and eighth grade, it was a heckuva display by little Meg.
On the garden front, I made a worm bin from Rubbermaid containers. I already have a Worm Factory (cost: $120) that appears to be cranking fine now, after nine months of experimentation and failures, so I wanted to try my hand at creating my own bin for $15. I ordered the worms yesterday and am now anxiously awaiting their arrival.
Other than that, I attended Michael's family birthday party Saturday night, watched the Tigers overcome a six-run deficit in the bottom of the ninth to beat the Chisox 7-6, watched UM again struggle pathetically with a weak opponent, and enjoyed a Lions victory. I also read, did some writing, harvested from my garden, and took a long country walk through fields with Marie in pleasant fall weather.
Like I said, a very good weekend indeed.
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"Mediocre essays, I can swear after months of reading, are never as boring as mediocre fiction because, even in the hands of the inept, the lives we actually live or witness are more interesting than the ones most of us can (or dare to) invent from scratch." Rosellen Brown.
My soliloquy above doesn't exactly qualify as an essay. Probably more like a glorified Facebook update, but I'll take it. I think TDE readers have complimented me on my family updates more than any other subject I've written about, so my occasional forays into those self-centered waters hopefully aren't too dreadful.
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