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Still windy. Hail warning, though sun’s out at the moment. Another party in my dreams last night. This one not at that same club though. A house party maybe. Perhaps inspired by the house party I am to attend this weekend for my brother-in-law’s birthday. I know it’s on my mind. Having to find some entertaining (but not done to death at past parties) games. Having to find time to cook something for a pot luck affair in the middle of insane crazy day. And of course the boy is turning 40. Wow! We are growing up. I guess. Well, he certainly has. He’s still got a few years on me though, so maybe there’s hope for me yet. Perhaps I’m making progress. I get all melancholy when I think back to when I first met my brother-in-law. I think I was 13. Perhaps 14. Though no older. I think I met him the late spring just before my 14th birthday, or early summer just after. It was the first time I got drunk on Hermit’s Wine. We drank wine and ate white peppermints and told silly jokes and laughed and had a good time. Months later, in late fall, we became friends. And we’ve been ever since. It was unexpected, but completely logical that he should be family now. And we’re having a party. He doesn’t know. Don’t tell him, okay? He said he didn’t want a party. This worries me a bit. Just a smidge. He could balk. We’ll see. At least it’s not going to be a total surprise party like we did one year for my sister. That freaked her out big time! We learned a lesson there.

Mood: achy joints
Drinking: coffee with cream (the almost last of the Mexican Morning)
Listening To: Train from Kansas City, Neko Case (this is as country as I get)
Hair: something’s gotta give

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