It’s been a good day. I am so well and truly righteously exhausted that I smile as I look forward to cocooning in our only lightly crumb-dusted bed, flipping through the channels in search of that elusive balance of interesting subject matter and mild-mannered presentation that produces a blissful soporific. "Modern Marvels" on the History Channel is good, as long as it’s not about bullets or cannons or any of those depressing murderous things. "Connections" used to be THE most awesome show for just this thing. Many were the insomniac nights I drifted off at last to the melodious British tones of James Burke’s voice pointing out the uncanny relationship between goldfish mating patterns and the misadventures of a 16th-century Bavarian astronomer named Pflug.
Yesterday was quite a day. Sixteen of Fisher’s closest friends (counting younger siblings, not counting parents) joined us at Bananas Fun Park for three riotous hours of bump-n-jump’n’, mini-golfin’, video gamin’ and pizza-noshin’. Then Fisher got cross ‘cuz we didn’t have goody bags to give out. My take? We just spent $14 per kid (not counting decorations & cake) for this party… they got to play ten video games each… four of the moms dropped their kids off for a few hours of free babysitting… isn’t that goody enough?
Anyway, a good time was had by all and I was only slightly embarrassed to see Fisher and his "girlfriend" strutting around with arms around each others’ waists, sneaking the occasional kiss behind the Whack-a-Mole…
Tomorrow’s the real birthday, the real oh-six. Star Wars and science-related presents will abound!