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Driving Down the Highway

So in 1997, George and I were driving in LA looking for a Thai Restaurant when we overshot and turned into a shady side street to turn around. We saw this girl in a car and both had a chilling feeling that something wasn’t right. What came of it was a sudden fiction/essay called Idealism 101, and later a song I wrote in 2001 when learning to play guitar and later recorded it in 2015 while fooling around with Garage Band on the iPad. Terrible vocals, but a fun day of poking around Garage Band.

Music is one of those things I wish I could do, but can’t. I never learned to read music, taught myself to play a bit on the piano and can pick a little on the guitar, but it is not a strength of mine, but I thought it would be good to stretch a little and express myself a little differently. One day I would like to do more.

Click here to read the story, see the, lyrics, or listen to the rough track.

 

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Elia April 2016

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Our little girl keeps growing up but is no less cute. So the kids are doing well with the move. Curie has mentioned the old house once, but Elia doesn’t really remember it, or if she does, doesn’t know how to talk about it. In the new house Elia’s favorite thing may have to be the garage; the garage is magical to her particularly because of the automatic garage door opener. She insists on going through it and pressing the button every time we come home. This often means that Albert let’s Curie in the front door and then goes back out to open the garage door for Elia. Continue reading “Elia April 2016”

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New House

After four years memory filled years, we bid goodbye to the house we lived in when our children were born, packed up our belongings, and made our way to this new place to call home.

A further commute, and a bit more in disrepair: but the school is better, and the night sky less polluted by electric light, gives way to the vastness of stars.

And with a few suitcases and bags of bedding, we wait for the movers to come tomorrow. The children remind us with running, jumping, squeals of laughter in the empty rooms, that it is this that makes this place our home.

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Curie March 2016

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As we begin our move, we are working with the kids about the change and there have been a few reactions that have been emotional for us. After all, this is the house that the girls were born in. Now we are not selling the house, on the contrary, we are renting it out, but we will be in our new house, a rental so that Curie and Elia can have a better education than the school near our old house.

At first Curie didn’t like the idea of moving. Inside Out didn’t help matters, though a Sesame Street app did make it easier to talk about it. Albert spilled the beans before Erin could prepare Curie (Elia is going with the flow). It wasn’t until she found pink curtains in the house that we ended up with that she started liking the concept. Continue reading “Curie March 2016”

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Racquetball Racquet

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So I play a little racquetball with David and generally my lack of fitness hampers my once capable skills of my youth – my brain doesn’t know that I’ve put on thirty pounds, but recently I haven’t been able to make shots that I should have and a look at my racquet may have the answer.

They say you should restring your racquet as many times a year as the number of times you play a week which is one time for me. I usually wait until a string breaks. But strings get hard, and apparently frayed; and taking a look at my racquet, my theory of action is that in ADDITION to my lack of fitness, I haven’t been taking care of my racquet.

I restrung at Racquetworld with 18g string (I usually use 17g, and normal is 16g) which is thinner, more responsive, but more prone to breaking. My fitness is just as bad, but perhaps on the court today, the racquet will work like it is supposed to.

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Elia March 2016

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The other day, we were at Target in the toy section, and Elia pointed out the large First Order Stormtrooper; she loves to push the button and make him say things. Well this time, she pushed the button and it didn’t say anything, Albert pushed the button, it didn’t say anything. They pushed all the buttons on all the Stormtroopers, and they didn’t say anything. Elia looked up at Albert and knowingly said, “batteries.”

He knows it is foolish, but ever since Albert went back to work, the kids seem to have grown faster, Elia especially, but Curie too. Not only did she know the word “batteries,” but knew that when a toy didn’t work, Continue reading “Elia March 2016”