Sunday, April 11, 2004
Yesterday after work I read a few pages of my new book before napping about an hour. Well, I really only dozed; I wasn't fully asleep. I emerged from The Lauree Lair for a glimpse of the outside world, which is where I found Uncle Nick playing a baseball simulation game on his X-box. He informed me a real baseball game (during which people actually don uniforms, whack at a real ball, and get dirty/sweaty) would commence at 9:00. I paced around The Lauree Lair twenty or thirty minutes until game time. The Cardinals beat the Diamondbacks, and I went to bed pleased.at 4:41 PM
This morning I awoke to find a Krista on the couch. She later migrated to her parents' bed. This latter action confuses me, for I would never, ever touch my full body to a spot where I know my parents have done The Nasty.
After I detoxified myself, I rode with Nick to Pa-Pa's house for some eating of ham, broccoli-and-cheese casserole, corn, green beans, and chocolate ice cream. Aunt Barbara brought pound cake, strawberries, and whipped cream. The Easter Bunny left four baskets full of candy for four good little children (named Josh, Debbie, Krista, and Lauree, who are 23, 22, 19, and 18 years of age, respectively).
My cousin, David (Barbara's son; he's a year younger/grade level below me), arrived after we finished eating and playing cards. He drove from his father's domicile, which is somewhere around Atlanta. Because he adopts narcoleptic behavior upon entering any motorized vehicle, whether or not he is driving, Barbara insisted he phone her every hour. That made sense enough to me. However, as soon as he walked in the door she complained to him, at him, and about him for this, that, and the other, which put Pa-Pa (and me, frankly) off quite a bit. It wasn't that her arguments were not legitimate, necessarily, but they ought to have been set aside for after they returned to their own house. Anyhow, Barbara made David a sandwich (which I thought very kind; my mother would have done nor offered anything of the kind), and we all went on our separate, merry ways. Pa-Pa, having beaten Laura, Barbara, and me at a game of cards (Shang-Hai), seemed satisfied to be rid of us.
And now I am home, home again- where my rump rests. I ate a Cadbury egg; now I will drink a Diet Sunkist (as though that provides any benefit) and continue my reading. Josh has allowed me to borrow a (recently published) book about Spartan civilization, which I shall begin after I read the book I just bought.
Fuddruckers remained closed in observance of the Easter holiday. Unfortunately, I open the bakery tomorrow. Because no cookies, brownies, pies, et cetera will be left over from the night before, I will definitely have to bake absolutely everything there is to bake, all in the space of about three hours. Oi weh. At these times, I rather miss working in retail. Folding shirts is blissfully easy in comparison.
