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Saturday, November 13, 2004

Whatever kept me awake most of last night kept me from taking full advantage of a Saturday full of family events. The days I should treasure most are sometimes the ones that are hardest to enjoy. Itís not that I didnít enjoy seeing Eric test (successfully, we think) for his second-degree black belt in tae kwon do, but it was a chore getting out of bed and getting myself to Rohnert Park in time.

Not that Iím an expert, but in my eyes he did very well. I saw the intensity and concentration on his face, and he had no trouble breaking boards and going through the forms. Heís been waiting an extra year for today, after wrecking his knee last year and having to postpone this test until he was as strong and flexible as before. It must have been frustrating, but his hard work paid off.

When I got home, I knew I had a few hours before we were all meeting for dinner. I could do little more than lie around and rest my eyes for those few hours, and even so I was still weary when I set out to pick up Mom. We were meeting at Tammy and Davidís for the drive down to Sausalito. At least I didnít have to drive all that way (although there was some debate over whose car I would be riding in; I ended up with John and Suzanne).

We were celebrating not only John and Suzanneís anniversary (coming up in a couple of weeks), but also a brief, whirlwind visit from Tammyís sister and brother-in-law. The rest of us met them a year ago when we were in Southern California for the cruise, and it was good to see them again. Dinner was very good — the food, the service, the company, and the view overlooking the bay (although it was too dark to see much).




11 November 2004

Winter trees, winter clouds.



I might have eaten (and drunk) more than I should have, and I might pay the price in the morning, but it was worth it. If I hadnít been forced off the couch and out into the world by family ďobligations,Ē it would have been another one of those Saturdays that I slog through at a snailís pace, getting little done and feeling just as tired at the end of the day with nothing to show for it. At least on this Saturday I can look back and see time well spent with people who matter to me.




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Aiden was in rare form tonight at the restaurant, laughing and making faces and charming everyone in sight. He has a new trick, which I havenít seen yet. David said that as of today heís a little more mobile than a five-and-a-half-month-old has any right to be. No, heís not crawling yet, but heís rolling like crazy. When I saw him Thursday night he was rolling from his back to his tummy. Now if you put him on his back, he wonít just roll over. Heíll roll over and over until you have to chase him down and bring him back. Heís at that dangerous age where you have to keep track of him because he canít keep track of himself. He doesnít know where heís going, he just knows heís moving.

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