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IÃm not slighting any of my past surprise birthday parties (thanks to adorable Diane), but Monday nightÃs was the best. Sitting at our dinner table, forcing down my favorite fish dish – Baked Schrod under parchment paper with Bok Choy and Shiitake mushrooms – were Joe, Robby, Chris and Matt.
Why was it so great? Except for opening two birthday cards and two presents, there was not one moment during which the limelight was focused on me. And after dessert, it was over. Up from the table and out the door.
Maybe there was one other moment.
Chris looks my way, ìYou give me the creeps.î
Matt yells, ìWhat? What do you want?î
Robby says, ìThe extensive staring? It doesnÃt give me the creeps so much as makes me uncomfortable.î
ëTis my habit of staring after the conversation has ended. Something I am not aware of but makes Matt fidget.
IÃm guessing itÃs an age thing. Sixteen-year-olds take in information instantaneously, but for me it takes a few moments longer.
For instance Matt will say, ìWhat are you doing today?î
IÃll turn to him, lock on, think, answer, focus some more, wait for his reply (many times there isnÃt one), drift off, have a few private thoughts, and finally release. If they think IÃm bad, and Matt knows this better than anyone, they should meet Peter. He doesnÃt drift off, he drifts in.
Another pic from Adam’s birthday brunch:
now we are two
Really nice picture from Adam’s birthday, but how can there be no pictures of this famous fish dish, or of this irreverent coterie of plain-spoken youth? Ohp, there he goes, long-distance stare in place — guess we’ll have to wait a bit for that answer………………