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On Returning to the Imperial Hotel for Breakfast with Doug and Christina

Crab Old Bay Fries $8

Bowl of Fries with Crabmeat, Old Bay

Cheddar & Pickled Jalapenos

(A fairly good idea.)

The Return of Fortitude!

CHRISTINA CAME OVER; WE MADE A FORT. THE SEANCE HAS BEEN POSTPONED BUT I HAVE A GLITTERING ALTAR SKULL AND MY PARENTS CAME BACK FROM PA WITH A BUSHELL OF APPLES, SO ALL IS WELL. FORT HAS BEEN RECEIVED FAVORABLY BY GENERAL PUBLIC, SKEPTICALLY BY DOG; REMAINS STANDING . TAUGHT TWO MORE PEOPLE HOW TO SHOTGUN THIS WEEKEND. OUT OF AMSTEL LIGHT.

Dog

Deer

Return of Thunder Pt. I: Power Rangers Ninja Storm

Last night, pleased with having invented a grilled salmon and peas dish for the evening meal, I swirled about the downstairs of the house in my new cashmere cape to a chorus of concerns about general impracticality from my mother. Then this thunderously fucking ridiculous lightening storm rolled in from the northwest and resident shih-tzu Trevor began trembling like a dryer full of shoes--I made a fort of dark blankets on the chaise longue and we huddled together until two or three in the morning when the sky cleared and he began to snore peacefully. Also, I never do anything.

Return of the Geese

Today at Breezy Point, I invented a beautiful Bolognese sauce with Canadian bacon to herald the return of the geese from the north. The knives were not sharp enough, but I persevered.



Honk, honk!



Also, we went to the outlet mall, since I am On Strike against my father until he trusts me around the roofers and lets me use the internet in his under-construction telecommuting office, a former freed slave residence at the corner of Lawyer's Row and High Street. My mother was on the prowl for things in the color rose, after seeing her reflection in a particularly flattering bath towel last week in Buck Hill.