The picture to the left shows Anne modeling Jay’s new socks and wrist bands, with a secret agent pocket.  Anne assures me that those are not gang signs that she is flashing.  The socks were May’s production quota and the wrist bands are June’s production quota.  She is also working on a longer term project, a lace shawl, for herself.

This has been a week of car repair woes.  If you ask me, anytime you have to deal with car repair, it is a time of woe.  My car, the relatively newer one, went in and out of the shop relatively unscathed.  Anne’s car, the relatively older one, was not so lucky.  The initial estimate was $1,500.  This was a large enough sum to even get Anne thinking about buying a new car.  After some negotiation and task prioritization, we whittled the cost down to $500. 

We probably won’t buy a new car until after we graduate Dave from college.  It turns out that Anne only put 6,000 miles on the car last year.  That is only twice what I think that she will put on my car this summer, what with all of her planned travels.

NPR had an article this morning about the latest fad in high concept movies, board games.  Movies have already been made about comic books, video games and even toy action figures.  Now there are two movies in production about board games, the two games are Monopoly and Battleship.  Monopoly has Ridley Scott as director and with the financial crisis as a backdrop, there could be some possibilities there.  With Battleship though, I do not know where you could go after the line, “You sunk my battleship!”

The movie that I am waiting for though is Candyland.  There was one summer at the cabin where an endearing quartet, one part niece, one part nephew and two parts son, drove every parental unit to distraction.  Their instrument was Candyland.  After mastering the mechanics of the game, this quartet then went on to master the strategy behind Candyland.  Strategy?  Candyland?  It is otherwise known as stacking the deck.  Believe me, you have not been played, until you’ve been played, by your favorite niece.

I biked in the Park on Wednesday morning.  I got fifteen miles.  I photographed the Little Blue Heron, pictured above.  This was the first time that I’ve seen a Little Blue Heron in the Park.  I did my good deed for the day when I stopped to rescue a little box turtle that was trying to cross a New I-64 busied street.  I scooped it up and put it on the side of the street that it wanted to go on, I hope.  The excitement for the day came on my way out of the Park.  I was passing the golf course when a golf ball came crashing down right in front of me.  I had a few choice words with the duffer.  Years ago, I was struck by a golf ball, while biking, eminating from the very same golf course.  I ended up with a large bruise on my upper thigh, the color of the Little Blue Heron.