Memorial day came — and went. A couple thoughts from the weekend.
Saturday I was reading on our porch (we have a large deck in the backyard), enjoying one of the first truely warm and sunny days of the year when all of a sudden five neighborhood wander into our backyard, throw a palette up against our large tree and proceed to climb it. I was surprised only until I remember John telling me that the’d climbed the tree with the same kids earlier in the week. Now apparently, our tree was their tree. They came and went all weekend, they brought an ice chest (filled with root beer), pillows (cause who doesn’t like to take a nap in the shade), and lots of explicatives (cause cussing is about the only thing every twelve and half year old is good at). I like kids, I like laughing, they can climb the tree any time as far as I’m concerned.
I saw Terminator. I wasn’t impressed. I like the Terminator series very much and I don’t have a lot of negative things to say about this particular film, other than it just didn’t engage me, didn’t hold my attention. On the filp side I also saw War Dance and it was superb. It’s a documentary about a primary school in the northern war zone of Uganda which competes in a national music competition. The people I was with fell asleep, but I loved it. Go forth and watch.
In Austin Memorial Day means going to Lake Travis, eating Bar-B-Que, and watching the fireworks. In Connecicut it starts with parades, which every city has way to early in the morning. Is followed by a trip to the beach, though the water still to cold to get in, and finishes with a cookout minus the fireworks. A cookout is not the same as a bar-b-cue but I’m so thankful to have friends to spend the day with, and places to go. Way to go Connecticut.
