I'm entering a note in this 'journal' for reasons unknown, on impulse. I've never kept a journal or diary, mainly cause of a lack of discipline. Maybe I'll do it once a year.
We went to Gilroy Gardens Saturday night. The key word for the evening was COLD. It is harder to appreciate festive lighting decorations when
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I'm entering a note in this 'journal' for reasons unknown, on impulse. I've never kept a journal or diary, mainly cause of a lack of discipline. Maybe I'll do it once a year.
We went to Gilroy Gardens Saturday night. The key word for the evening was COLD. It is harder to appreciate festive lighting decorations when <fill in clever part here...I'm spoiled by the Bay Area weather>. Nick got a kick out of seeing "steam" come out of his nose.
Skating at the open air rink didn't go well; Nick needed a couple more pairs of socks to make the rental-skates fit. This resulted in a promise to take him ice skating again, plus a rash promise to skate *with* him. This has disaster written all over it.
I've recently discovered fark.com, a good way to get my desire to argue with people fulfilled. I'm sure there was a nicer way to frame that self-description but that was accurate. I miss those nights of sitting at a Denny's, talking about how we would solve the world's problems if we were in charge. It should have been a clue that we didn't even agree with each other.
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