Man, I’m out of shape.
I shoveled dirt this weekend to make way for our soon-to-be streetside garden. I dug only an hour Saturday and three Sunday (yay for no rain Sunday!) before crying uncle. Best to grip the shovel both palms down; fling with your torso, not your bicep. Even better: having Luna come down to the dig with cool water and cookies!
Luna and I are meeting her Uncle Dung for dinner at Flying Fish. It’s where we had one of our best restaurant meals, so I hope that tonight’s a repeat. During the month of March, Flying Fish is offering a USD25, 3-course prix-fixe dinner menu.
Uncle Dung is in town for a conference, but lives in Iowa. A visit from him’s good enough reason to get out of the house.
Update: Even on a Wednesday, Flying Fish is alive and popular. We had a long wait at the bar. In return, the hostess sent us a plate of egg rolls, gratis and mouth-watering. I can’t fault the service nor the food.
OK, five months really can’t have passed, but obviously they have.
To summarize the now:
In three months I’m going to be a daddy—a daddy! For USD40 today, I scored a Britax Roundabout car seat off Craigslist from the nicest couple.
I have new Nikon D70 DSLR, and have nearly tamed a RAW workflow for it.
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