Thursday, October 06, 2005

Big Weekend

It's a big weekend upon us here at Casa Tres, as Pop is arriving on Amtrak from points East in the morning. Having been 6 1/2 years since his last visit, its interesting to look back at how my life has changed in that time. Don't worry, this isn't going to be one of those lame flashback sitcom episodes presented blog style [or is it bloggie-style?]; I'll spare you the details.

O.K., just one flashback. Back in 1999, I bought a potted cactus for my patio, for the barbeque I threw for all my friends in Pop's honor. It was about 18" tall, now it is over 6' tall with big branching arms!

We will go to the Getty, go shopping, hang out, drink old fashioneds, and eat lots of really good food.

If my old man knows anything, its how to have a good time, and a good time we shall have.


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Sock Update:

Sadly, the sock didn't fit the intended foot; too short through the length of the foot. I apparently started the toe too soon. I will finish the second sock before I rip the toe and lengthen. They say your first sock is an experiment. I'm taking it in stride. Photo next week.


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In Other News:

Since I don't have any knitting photos, I'll leave you with a couple views of the construction site a week ago, with the big red clouds in the sky from all the fires in the San Fernando Valley.













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Confession:

Pop isn't just coming to visit, he's coming for my birthday.

For some reason, this one isn't like the others. I'm having issues with my age. How lame is that? I know I should get over it and just get on with my life. And I do, at times, experience the pleasure of expertise that comes about from having been around the block a couple of times [especially when I'm around my students LOL]. I'm not even old, but there's something about moving past mid-30's and firmly into late 30's that has me worked up this year.

Enter, Pop: how great is it, that on the first birthday that I've ever freaked out about my age, my old man can show up and make me feel like the luckiest kid in the world?

5 Comments:

Blogger Impossible Princess said...

FINALLY! I was looking for your blog for weeks! I luced out and was posting on Marq1's blog when you comment like 2 sec before I did...

12:04 AM  
Blogger Emily said...

Don't fret, I will always be older! I will always call you "little brother"! Happy Birthday, LOVE YOU!!!!!

7:18 AM  
Anonymous Allison said...

I wondered if you were going to mention your birthday! It's funny that this is the first birthday of the "thirties" that I don't feel old. You know you'll always be 28 and I'll always be 25! Have fun with Pop! Happy birthday brother!
Love ya!

4:51 PM  
Blogger MarQ1 said...

I had angst at 38, 39, 40 (ask my co-workers), 41, 44, 45 (ask my husband) & 47, not to mention 43, 42, 41, 37-30 and 29-26.
And I never get tired of it.
46 wasn't so bad, though.
Happy Birthday

9:27 PM  
Blogger Anneke said...

i like your picures...i make them too ;-) but different...
have a good day.

URL - www.lomohomes.com/AnnJoy

ps you knit?

11:50 AM  

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