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Friday, January 13, 2006

A picture of me by my 2-and-a-half-year-old next-door neighbor

Mr. Jumping Chocolate Pudding turned 3 today. We had people over for dinner and cake. Mr. JCP’s babysitter made him a birthday crown which he wore the whole party. My mom sent New Year’s Eve tooting blowers, and the party ground to a noisy, merry halt for 5 minutes as everybody blew them -- a gas!

Can’t believe it’s been 3 years. It was a very nice party. With too much sugar and a very cranky bedtime, but worth it.

The next-door neighbors came. The 2-and-a-half-year-old gave Nat a family portrait. I’m psyched about how she sees me -- the bolt red hair, the giant green eyes -- you’d know me anywhere.

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Bragging on the wife. My beloved spouse had an op-ed in last Saturday’s Seattle Times, about the city government’s plan to direct money away from homeless shelters and toward transitional programs, which in effect would abandon the most severely mentally ill homeless people in favor of people with less severe problems. A couple days ago we heard through the grapevine that our (good centrist Democratic) mayor was literally pounding his fists on the table, demanding to know why this Flo Beaumon was writing such terrible things. She got to him. Hopefully it will have a positive effect.

Correction: Mayor Nickels pounded his fist on the table, not his fists. Visions of Kruschev.
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