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Mary, Robin, and I wandered out to the garden for a little harvesting adventure. Afterward, we collapsed around the breakfast room table to recover from all that strenuous vegetable wrangling. That’s when we spotted a very strange-looking creature shuffling past the kitchen window. It was quite ugly, with a peculiar gait that suggested either a zombie… or someone who hadn’t had their morning coffee.
We were not afraid since Robin went into the phone booth and changed into her Supergirl outfit.
The creature turned, opened the door, and proudly announced itself.
It was our son, Joseph!
What a surprise! He had stopped by to rescue the new iMac that had been serving as a very expensive decoration in its box for the past month. Within minutes, cables were everywhere, screens were glowing, and he had started the data transfer process.
Then it happened.
Joseph began speaking what sounded suspiciously like ancient computer wizardry. Once the technical incantations started, we figured our presence was no longer required. We quietly escaped and headed to Peak Performance for our twice-a-week workout. We were dressed in our Nija outfits.
For the next hour, we were stretched, twisted, bent, folded, and generally reminded that muscles exist in places we never knew about. By the time we staggered out, we could summarize the entire workout with one simple word:
OUCH!!!
Hopefully, by the time we can walk normally again, the new iMac will have finished transferring our files… and Joseph will have translated whatever language he was speaking.
When we returned home, both iMacs were smoking with data being transferred at the speed of light.
Mary went to the office and started painting with girl and boy statues. When Mary starts painting,g she really gets into it! I need to buy her a bidet to wear.
Even Grace goes into the act!!
While Mary painted, I visited “kitty jail”, the place Grace is staying while she gets readjusted to living inside the house after two weeks running wild outside! I provided her a treat, and she responded by rubbing my leg and purring!
Grace really wants out of “Kitty Jail”, maybe tomorrow?
At 5:15 pm we headed to Vittorio’s Italian Bistro in Huntington Beach to have dinner with the Capps and perhaps a little dancing? You never know!
