6.3.03 game

Byron came home from Colorado. I met him at the airport because I am currently in love with the Pacific Highway and want to enjoy all of the fine old motor hotels before they disapear. My favorite right now is the Daffodil, with a huge neon flower.

When we got home he was surprised to see the state of the yard. Summer is besetting us; we haven't found anyone to mow yet (and I'm still recovering from the kid who mowed for us in Portland stealing my computer). Some of the grass was as tall as my extremely tall son.

Byron literally has a note from a doctor excusing him from yard work. His allergies are so bad, he ends up in the hospital several times a year. But the whole family, relieved by the progress of Papa John in Denver, seemed to fall under a spell of efficiency.... I collated papers for hours, the girl made cut-and-paste invitations for her birthday party, and Byron poked around in the garage and came out with the mower.

I've never known him to mow in ten years, and he almost blew the fuses pushing the electric mower through the thicket, but he put on a mask and wrestled the yard into order. The six-year old negotiated a cash payment and then raked the whole yard as the sun went down.

After he finished raking he said That is okay, I don't need the money, if we can do family game night.

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