Yesterday was Dr. Evil’s mother’s birthday, so we made the trek ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE ROADÂ to wish her well and present her with a vegan/gluten free gift basket. Ask me, I think I’d boil and eat the wicker basket the gifts came in before I’d hit the stuff inside. They have been doing the vegan thing for over a year now and seem to be pretty good with it at this point. We tease them about their cereal-for-dinner evenings, but had to chuckle at ourselves when we were eating oatmeal on a Saturday morning (yes, friends, it was a pasrtyless Saturday, and no good can come from that). There was dairy-free cheesecake. I passed.
Dr. Evil’s brother and brood also attended. Two boys, ages 11 and 7, and one girl 5-ish, and they seem to be made of pure energy. Chattering, storytelling, kidsplaining, leaping, bouncing, circling. Holy smokes. We stayed for a bit less than two hours and I was spent. If you want to feel old, just hang out with young kids. What’s amazing to me is how unfazed parents are by all the tumult, but I suppose it’s what you get accustomed to. One of the birthday cards bore some priceless advice, though: Never invite a black hole to your birthday party. I’d extend this caution to all parties, but it’s solid advice nonetheless.
It’s foggy and damp today, so we have a fire going. I hope everyone’s Sunday is as quiet as they want it to be.
Oh, Dr. Evil tried to kill me, but I’ll save that story for tomorrow.