This morning we went to Grandparents Day at the Goddard School where Jason and Emily spend their day while mom & dad work. Pam went to Jason's class and I spent the hour in Emily's. Which is not to say I spent the time with Emily because she wanted nothing to do with me. Two hours earlier I had helped her get shoes and socks on and she sat in my lap easily. But the scowl she gave me in her classroom could have wilted a rock. Nothing to do but leave her alone; that tall skinny stranger who showed up at her house last night was clearly not to be trusted this morning.
It was great to see JoEllen and Jessica at Goddard. JoEllen owns the place and Jessica is her assistant director; both are Pathway peeps.
It's hot and humid here. At noon we're sitting in Panera where we've had lunch, and it's 98 F with a dew point of 64. Ugh. Don't miss this at all.
Josh and Aubri have two dogs. Bauer is half Great Dane and half Mastiff, he weighs 180 pounds, and is just about the most mellow, easy dog/horse you can imagine. He also would win a gold medal if drooling was an Olympic sport.
If I remember correctly, Cooper is a Mastiff/Lab cross, and at 140 lbs. is considered small standing next to Bauer.
They're watching Pam's dog, Bear, while we're here. He weighs in at 18 lbs. and has no redeeming qualities that I've figured out.
Here's a pic of the three of them:
If you're feeling pretty proud of your intellect, spend some time reading C.S. Lewis. I recommend the first dozen pages of The Problem of Pain. Very good, but humbling how smart some guys are.
Driving through L.A. yesterday reminded me how SoCal the street names are in the valley. I know them from having lived in Riverside for 6 years, but for some reason it struck me this trip as I saw the exit signs that most of them seem to say, "This place is cool, unlike anywhere else, and all roads lead to a beach populated by perfect bodies of both sexes."
La Crescenta, La Cañada, San Gabriel, Sunset, Sierra Madre....
We live in a place where the street names make you think of a guy wearing denim overalls and work boots, roads that lead to a pasture.
Sheffler Rd. Warthen, Evans...
Our roads come from guys with first names like Charlie, or George. Maybe Stan.
Phoenix is a bigger TV market than Eugene. I'm reminded of that as I watch local news and compare announcers here to those who do the same thing at home.
Meeting the family for an hour for pizza at our regular pre-move haunt. Family time is always good time.
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