Living for danger!

Thomas's not-yet-Christmas list

Thomas was reluctant to give us a Christmas list to pass on to any relatives who might care because, as he put it, if he makes a Christmas list now then if he wants anything between now and Christmas, we'll just say "add it to your Christmas list," and as a result the time between now and then will be a barren, joyless wasteland. (He's right, of course - we can't be angry, it shows he's been paying attention.) However, he also feels pregnant with wishes which he cannot wait to bring into the world, so this list is the compromise (clicking on it makes it bigger, although that won't necessarily aid comprehension for anyone older than 13):

Global warming

A ridiculously balmy November brings a visit to Seven Lakes Park...


Muscles!


Living dangerously...




Unbelievably, it was not too cold for F. to splash in the lake...

Jami's little car gets picked on

Jami had surgery today (of a nature such that I will leave it to her to describe should she wish, but that might make the faint of heart go pale and have to sit down) and had to go to the hospital very early in the morning. I arrived a few hours later (got to get my beauty sleep, y'know) and after she emerged kicking and screaming from anesthesia (yes, that's the American spelling, but Blogger has an American spell check) I took her home in my car. Joanne agreed to drive Jami's car home for us, but when we got there, we found this:


At that point I felt a bit bad at having teased Jami that I'd run into her car coming in to pick her up. (My theory at the time was that you're supposed to scream to get the anesthetic out of your lungs.) Joanne volunteered to go inside and make trouble, and about an hour later she returned the car, with very little evidence of any harm, after having recruited burly men to help her move it. I feel sorry for the owner of that Buick Rendezvous (and not just because they're the owner of a Buick Rendezvous). For all we know they were so weak from loss of blood it's amazing they got even half into an empty spot...