I love my heavies, but I love my neighborhood too. We congregated at Scarf's to plan the next baby quilt, and Scarf read Goodnight, Gorilla for the first time, and I learned a Spanish equivalent to patty-cake ("When I came here, first I learned to sing, then to dance, then to work"), and Mia washed Monkey's face, and afterward AEK walked with me and Mia to the new hot dog stand. AEK shared my fries and Mia the hot dog, and we sat talking on Scarf's porch until the fries and limeade were gone ("they had eaten every one"*). Saturday AEK and Maven and I will dye Easter eggs--unless you got it out of your system last weekend" (no)--and Sunday several of us are having brunch; also we're planning a Cinco de Mayo progressive dinner.
Can conservatives have progressive dinners? Maybe they call them something else.
* Besides Gödel, Escher, Bach, The Flanders Panel also made me want to reread Through the Looking Glass.