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My Surreal Life

No photo of Roscalie today - it is not appreciably different from the last dozen or so photos I've posted, except that it's grown by another inch or so. Good progress was made last night while we watched one of our favorite DVD's - "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World." You gotta love Ethel Merman as the outrageous mother-in-law.

Friday started out so wonderfully - morning tea with Mrs. OotFP (thanks, Patricia!) followed by baking a homemade cake to take to the tailgater party in Fort Collins. Later in the afternoon, I was sitting at my daughter's group violin class when the cell phone rang. It was my oldest son, calling to report that his younger brother "has a bad cut." But it wasn't bleeding "that bad." So I abandoned my daughter at her lesson and flew home to find that his assessment was pretty much spot on. The cut was about an inch long and not bleeding much, but being that it was on his elbow, it clearly needed stitches.

The explanation - that he tripped over the dog and fell on a broken glass jar in the back yard - is not entirely convincing. (Although it's true that the dogs do get in the trash can from time to time and drag stuff all over the place.) Still, this isn't the kid that's made a reputation for himself by rolicking with the dogs in the back yard. Oh well, further interrogations have not been fruitful. I suppose this one of those things we'll hear the truth about in oh, twenty years or so. I do recall regaling my parents with those "here's what REALLY happened" tales once I was grown up and out on my own.

The trip to urgent care and the subsequent stitching caused us to miss the tailgater entirely, and we arrived midway through the first quarter of the CSU vs. Wyoming game. We were further delayed by a traffic accident in Fort Collins. All of the game traffic was pinched down to one lane, and only about four or five cards could get through each change of the traffic light. As we passed the scene of the accident, it wasn't clear at all why the lane was closed, and the half dozen or so police officers on the scene were standing around comparing recipes or something rather than taking charge of traffic control for all of the out-of-town visitors struggling to get to the game. Fort Collins residents recently approved unionization of their police force in a close election that was supposedly rigged. Might be hints of things to come for another front range municipality (are you still reading, Patricia?)

Yesterday was much better. After my daughter's a soccer game, we spent the afternoon on the Pearl Street Mall in Boulder while she and other violin students performed. Her little ensemble had their very first public performance:

This was followed by a kid-friendly concert by the Cavani Quartet on the CU campus.

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