It was a beautiful spring morning in an April that's shaping up to be one for the record books.  I was sipping coffee, reading email and enjoying the quiet when there was a knock on the front door.

It was John, who drove into town early, so as to not get stuck in traffic before heading to the new ball park with Jay, Zack and Patty.

Jay wasn't even out of bed yet, so John and I had a nice chat.  When Jay made an appearance a few minutes later, John reminded him that he'd promised us breakfast if he arrived early enough.  It's true, I heard him.

Always happy to show off his hash brown flipping prowess to a new audience (he won't do it if no one's there to watch.  And applaud.) Jay made us scrambled eggs, hash browns and orange juice.

Patty got here early but she missed breakfast.

They all headed out early enough to go catch the light rail into town which deposited them right in front of the park.  Zack kept pointing out that the light rail station was five miles east, while the ball park is seven miles north, Jay's school parking spot is four blocks from the field and the number 4 bus runs right in front of our house, which also deposits one smack in front of the stadium so why are we taking the longest, most inconvenient route to get there????  But as it happens all too often these days, the common sense question was ignored and off they went to the light rail station. 

I went up stairs and whipped out a bunch orders, which I then ran up to the shop so the lunch ladies could see the new design.  Then I swung by Target where I forgot to buy several of the things I need around here, came home, had lunch, read for a while and then headed back up to the office.  I did another pile of stuff and was finished in time to go for another short run before asking Jay nicely (ordering)  to make me dinner. 

It's a good thing I know how to make my own lunch, but a better thing when he's here to feed me.

We danced while the burgers cooked.  I really need to get in shape; the dancing wore me out worse than the run did.

After dinner, I watched American Idol.  I can't believe that Tim Urban didn't get the boot.  Wait, yes I can.  He's probably going to win.  I have to keep reminding myself that no one can out text the tweens.

I don't particularly care for Adam Lambert's song What do you want from me? but I LOVE Adam.  I think he's a great performer and I find him personally charming.  Delightful, even.  I hate Ryan Seacrest more every minute he's on screen.


Last night I dreamed I was a senior in high school and I knew it was a dream because I was having a good time.

 

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