....Murders of 1940
Sunday eve ‘n we rushed dinner (a nuked hot dog ‘n diet coke made w/spenda) walked the dogs, ‘n hopped in the Matrix for a trip to Davis....t’see a play....ackshully, t’sit on folding chairs in a cold auditorium ‘n watch a Jr. High play....C’mon, that’s what parents do...you knew that....
We always have a good time at these plays...Gina always puts on a good production...something of a fam’ly thing too as Andrew contributes a lot along with Kellye ‘n Cary ‘n Millyrose ‘n da Gurlz....’n our should’a been adopted daughter, Rachel the outstanding Puppeteer....
The temperature when we left was (according t’the thermometer in the Matrix) forty-six degrees which don’t seem so cold ‘specially if you’re back east where it’s really cold but when you’re used to those warm California days ‘n then you have a week without sunshine ‘n the forties seem really cold.....anyways, when we left Davis t’come home, I f’got to check the temp (not that checking it would have changed anything)....the fog was low, maybe a quarter-mile visibility ‘n wet....ran the windshield wipers all the way to Sacramento....had the heat turned up too...getting old ain’t for sissies but you sure need t’keep a supply of heat available....
Anyway, all’s well that ends well ‘n that’s a direct steal from the Bard of Avon.....g’nite all
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