S went to see the Knitters and they rocked the solar system. Dave played extraterrestrial guitar, and John and Exene harmonized as if they'd never been apart a day in their lives. Words cannot plumb the depths of my jealousy, but I did get a CD, a t-shirt, and a photo (S is very excited about his camera cell phone). Supposedly X is going to tour at the end of the year and I WILL be there.
The neighbors are lovely. They set up their hammock in the backyard and last night, when I looked out the window, M and E were lying in the hammock, Doris (their dog) was lying under the hammock, and L was on their deck chatting with the girls. Can't get much more neighborly than that. We have exchanged keys, advice on which washer and dryer to buy, and anecdotes about the ridiculous guy we bought our respective pieces of the house from. We've solved the driveway dilemma and they bought an edger to go with the mower we bought (a push mower! for our bit of lawn that takes just 15 minutes to push mow! and I, who never touched the gas mower except to move it out of the way in the garage, have discovered that I love to push mow!). So far it's just one little happy two-family condo association.
I feel like somewhere I mentioned that E taught herself to swim, but I can't find the link. Anyway, she is now known in certain circles as the four year old who can turn three underwater somersaults in a row without taking a breath!
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You must send me your mailing address because I've got to make a CD for you.
I could not get a babysitter the night of the Knitters. Devastating. I did go see X last spring, and they were fabulous.
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