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Girl, bike, dog

Very slow news day up here. Another beautiful day.

I guess this is the time of year when squirrels are storing up stuff for winter because they've been running around and driving Izzy crazy. Well, that's the news for today. (And yes, I know your birthday.)

Night off

We took Izzy to the dog park. From the parking it was hard to see any action in the park enclosure, and when we got there nothing much was happening. But Izzy loves to run, so she started running, baiting other dogs to chase her, and pretty soon there were four dogs running around. Great, because when I take Iz on a walk we don't run. Aside from a grocery run, not much. There was a game, I think it was Miami at LSU, and LSU pretty much beat the snot out of Miami. 

Hope things are going well with you, could Judy sneak you in some food? 

The weather was great, in the seventies. I think I've got a few new pictures of you-know-who, so someday soon I'll send them to you.

Ramona nailed her first day of kindergarten

Or so her mom says.

Football started today.

She doesn't always smile

What was the old song? "It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To". It must have been very exciting and pretty tiring swoiree.

Such sorrow. Apparently, she goes into this sorrow if she doesn't get her way. Joan and I sent books to Kinsley for her birthday and the little girl is enjoying them. 

The picture below is from their recent strawberry day. I don't think I sent this one, maybe I did, but I like.

Tomorrow will be the first full college football day. Tonight Stanford, for which I still have some fondness, beat San Diego State. 

Oliver's mommy has been recovering from surgery and needed some help, so this afternoon we picked up Oliver from his first week of first grade, picked up dinner at our favorite teriyaki place near the house and drove the food and boy over the river to Vancouver, Washington. 

But today was the first day of the Labor Day weekend, and the traffic was miserable, a big bottleneck coming into the bridge on Interstate 5. It looked like a mass evacuation in a horror movie. Once we actually got onto the bridge the traffic picked up just fine. Oliver was tired, sitting in the back seat, practicing his poopy words. Meanwhile the woman's voice on her traffic app kept giving Joan the wrong directions. You could sense Ollie winding up. Joan told him to be quiet and he fell asleep within seconds. He woke up when Joan turned off the car. We had a lovely little dinner with our takeout, then Joan and I came home. We plopped down on the couch. There the story ends.