Now that I have my Marin, I think interesting things are going to happen to my perspective. It does depend somewhat upon how much my belly disappears, but getting out from the aegis of the desktop does have it's own advantages. As I sit to write this, there are only a few loose ends in my life, and I have forgotten half of the reasons I was crabby last week. My virus has been defeated, as have several fetters involving locks of average complexity in the town of Bruma.
The wife decided that what I needed was a new barbecue grill and proceded to put one from Home Depot in the backseat of the Imp. There was enough sunlight Friday evening for me and the minions to assemble it 75% of the way. I paid them each a golden dollar. Part of dadhood is figuring ways to divide up work into bitesized pieces while making them seem to be a mouthfull. The grill is one of those double deals, last seen jealously somewhere north of Nisky Lake. Saturday I completed the task and I broke it in full swank: Chicken, Dogs, Links, Ribs, Zuccini.
My brothers flaked out for the birthday dinner in Beverly Hills, but I remained in a good mood as I chuffed down some chow at the sushi bar down Culver City way. The Bridge is definitely a hoppin' place for the youthies of the Dons. Still, none of them know how to dress. Then again, I used to wear Ton Sur Ton. The decision was easy, XMen vs Da Vinci Code, although now in retrospect maybe I would have more weighty things to write about had I watched United 93.
Sunday was a busy morning as we overprepared for the big picnic. I got in some bike time and found the Hermosa Street Fair. I had no idea it had grown so huge. It even had a petting zoo. I was able to squeeze out some bike time because I had already checked out our picnic area and there was no question that the park was sparse enough for us to not worry about finding a spot. So we took our liesurely time packing the potato salad, sports equipment and Old School MP3s. Anybody who knows Mrs. Bowen knows that we go nowhere under-packed. We brought our own table and tablecloth and extra batteries and two sizes of paper cups, of course.
The picnic was flawless, and even though it took practically wrenching my shoulder out of socket, I did win the frisbee throwing contest. A couple guys from work and their family joined us and we played pickle and caught tadpoles and blew gigantic bubbles and lounged around all afternoon. My chicken was a little off game. It's going to take a few more times for me to get the feel for the heat in the new grill, but I've got time.
Monday was a complete waste of time. Perfect. Nothing to do but eat, sleep and live off the fat of the land. You know, I'm starting to think that BBQ spare ribs, potato salad, corn on the cob, watermelon and collard greens are the absolute perfect meal. Nothing quite says summer like that. It's going to be a great one.
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