Rode the bus all the way home, made myself an Iced Coffee when I got there, then settled down to play a bit of Super Mario Galaxy 2. I realize with the Mario games that it's tradition that each 'chapter' be called a World, and that each World is then broken up into 8-10 levels, but it makes no sense to maintain that naming policy with SMG, especially when each World contains multiple Planets, and in some cases a Galaxy or two.
The boy joined me on the second controller and SMG multiplay proved remarkably more cooperative than the new Super Mario Bros. game, except for a couple of occasions where he would freeze a moving critter just as I was leaping into the air, and instead of coming down on top of its head I'd find myself landing in front of it and losing some health. Still, together, we managed to beat World 3, including Baby Bowser. The bunny read his dialog before he does battle with Mario, and the haughty tone she gave him as she read cracked the boy and I up.
After dinner I took out the trash and the bunny wanted to come with me, then she wanted to play frisbee, then she wanted to ride her bike, so on went the helmet and up and down the drive she rode. After several laps she started showing off by standing up while pedaling. She's 5 1/2 years old, never had training wheels, and she's now standing up pedaling. I freaked out at first but after she showed no sign of wiping out I calmed down then called out to Liz to come and watch (so she could freak out too, which she did ;).
Liz went back inside but the Bunny and I stayed outside until the sun had set and it got too dark to ride. Tonight's bedtime story was a Christmas gift from my older sister, "Josephine Wants to Dance", and near the end when Josephine was being applauded for a successful perfomance, I noticed several familiar faces in the crowd. I asked the bunny if she recognized anyone but she didn't, at least not until I pulled out her copy of Pete the Sheep-Sheep. Then she noticed the wombat sitting next to the dogs, pointed to him and excitedly exclaimed, "And there's him! From the book with Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday!" (aka Diary of a Wombat.)
Now it's 10:30 and I have no desire to play WoW. Although I have been contemplating whether or not I can level another Paladin to 70 within the few weeks I have left, because I'd like to see if I can Tank UK with a properly Def-geared Tankadin, or if my Tanking efforts will once again end in frustration.
What I really want to do right now though is find my copy of Bill Bryson's Notes from a Small Island. I'm a little over half-way through it and it's the perfect size to read on the bus, but I've gone and set it down somewhere and now I can't find it. Grr.
I bet as soon as I post this and the wife reads it she'll say, "Why didn't you tell me you were looking for your book. Here it is."
* Edit - Yep, she did.
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2 comments:
Sounds like a nice night. I wish OK had public transportation. I mean, we have public transportation but it would take me an hour to get to work on the bus. Where instead I could drive, or even walk in half the time.
L.A.'s Public Transport is actually quite horrible compared to most other major cities. We have at least 24 Mass Transit companies (that's just for the Greater Los Angeles area) and they almost all use buses, exclusively.
Metrolink and Metro are the only rail operatives, and between them have ~6 lines. I try not to think of the spiderweb network of rail used by cities like Melbourne and Sydney because I find the absence of an extensive rail network in one of the largest cities in the U.S. just appalling. I'm just fortunate that the bus I ride uses the Freeway so my commute is usually less than an hour each way, and that's with a transfer.
When I worked in West L.A. I drove to work because I had no choice; riding public transport would have taken far too long. In the morning my trip took around 30 minutes, but in the afternoon it could take me over an hour to get home. I'm very happy that in spite of its shortcomings L.A.'s public transport works for me.
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