Restless Natives
I was harangued by a few members of the village this weekend, rabid fans of my blog, about the lack of recent production. I plan to address this dearth by recycling some old material. I’ve done it before and I’m sure I’ll do it again. My 03/24/06 and 10/21/06 posts were from some of the fine work I did at an evening creative writing class during the summer of 2005 at College of San Mateo. At that time, no one could have foreseen the explosive popularity of this endeavor.
The family had dinner at #1’s house Saturday night and he was the first to express his disappointment at what he perceives as sloth on my part. But we didn’t let it affect the festivities. He provided a savory meal of fresh ravioli with pesto and grilled vegetables. We had a Rosé, a Viognier, and a Barbera. # 1 and his wife are sophisticated and generous entertainers. They remained unfazed as my younger son made a major mess of their couch, while we were out in their newly paved courtyard enjoying the unseasonable warmth.
On Sunday we attended a graduation party for six village seniors, including my older son, who will be heading on to college in September. Mrs. TCG got all the kids monogrammed towels, wrapped in paper featuring the college mascots of their future schools. It was a very thoughtful effort. Things were different in my heyday. My dad handed me an old washcloth as he showed me the door in 1977.
The meal was put on by the junior parents. We’ll have three graduates next year. I understand from my wife that we’ll be hosting that event. I hope people aren’t expecting the exceptional provender we partook of Sunday when it’s our turn. We had countless appetizers and side dishes to go with the expertly grilled beef. Although it was an afternoon event, most of us had a beverage or two of the alcoholic variety. The Banker is a big fan of the Rosé. He drank his share out of a sturdy paper cup.
The other usual suspects were there as well. The Exec, who is back in full force after a brief unemployment stint, stayed outside so he wouldn’t tear up at #1’s video collage playing on the widescreen TV. This featured about 12 years worth of pictures of the village kids and it was very touching. They’ve all come a long way and have done very well, which is a tribute to my good friends, their parents.
TCG spent some time at my table. He regaled us with stories of his bachelor days. I’ve never been more bored in my life. #2 was there for quite a while also. I can’t recall him having anything interesting to say.
Gosh, I didn’t expect to get more than a paragraph or so out of this weekend. I guess I’ll save the recycled writing for another time when these guys start whining. Closing on a political note, I’ll be watching Olbermann and Matthews do their coverage of the KY and OR primaries tonight, although a split decision is a foregone conclusion. I did see Hillary on the news yesterday, touting the fact that Karl Rove’s analysis states that she is the stronger candidate. I have to admit that I was nonplussed by that sound bite. I thought I’d get an international perspective so I did a quick search on The Google. I came across an article from a Romanian newspaper. There’s a political scientist there, Vlad D. Impaler, who came to the same conclusion as Rove.
The family had dinner at #1’s house Saturday night and he was the first to express his disappointment at what he perceives as sloth on my part. But we didn’t let it affect the festivities. He provided a savory meal of fresh ravioli with pesto and grilled vegetables. We had a Rosé, a Viognier, and a Barbera. # 1 and his wife are sophisticated and generous entertainers. They remained unfazed as my younger son made a major mess of their couch, while we were out in their newly paved courtyard enjoying the unseasonable warmth.
On Sunday we attended a graduation party for six village seniors, including my older son, who will be heading on to college in September. Mrs. TCG got all the kids monogrammed towels, wrapped in paper featuring the college mascots of their future schools. It was a very thoughtful effort. Things were different in my heyday. My dad handed me an old washcloth as he showed me the door in 1977.
The meal was put on by the junior parents. We’ll have three graduates next year. I understand from my wife that we’ll be hosting that event. I hope people aren’t expecting the exceptional provender we partook of Sunday when it’s our turn. We had countless appetizers and side dishes to go with the expertly grilled beef. Although it was an afternoon event, most of us had a beverage or two of the alcoholic variety. The Banker is a big fan of the Rosé. He drank his share out of a sturdy paper cup.
The other usual suspects were there as well. The Exec, who is back in full force after a brief unemployment stint, stayed outside so he wouldn’t tear up at #1’s video collage playing on the widescreen TV. This featured about 12 years worth of pictures of the village kids and it was very touching. They’ve all come a long way and have done very well, which is a tribute to my good friends, their parents.
TCG spent some time at my table. He regaled us with stories of his bachelor days. I’ve never been more bored in my life. #2 was there for quite a while also. I can’t recall him having anything interesting to say.
Gosh, I didn’t expect to get more than a paragraph or so out of this weekend. I guess I’ll save the recycled writing for another time when these guys start whining. Closing on a political note, I’ll be watching Olbermann and Matthews do their coverage of the KY and OR primaries tonight, although a split decision is a foregone conclusion. I did see Hillary on the news yesterday, touting the fact that Karl Rove’s analysis states that she is the stronger candidate. I have to admit that I was nonplussed by that sound bite. I thought I’d get an international perspective so I did a quick search on The Google. I came across an article from a Romanian newspaper. There’s a political scientist there, Vlad D. Impaler, who came to the same conclusion as Rove.
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