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Jul. 28th, 2003
Uncle Coyote rides again
Jul. 28th, 2003 11:18 pmI'm in Ipswich, having just said good night to my sister and brother-in-law, and am currently enjoying a newly quiet house (the kids went to bed a couple of hours ago; Dad did'nt make it down this time). Just told a well-received story in which three children who just happen to be named Patrick, Matthew and Meaghan foil one of the Joker's evil plots with the aid of their magical friend Coyote; it put them right to sleep, which I'm taking as a good sign until I receive evidence to the contrary. All in all, a good few days' uncling.
Smooth trip down, save for a lively moment when I nearly left my Stetson on a train; once again enjoy the architectural marvel which lies just outside North Station. Upon arrival, promptly sit down to watch Fellowship of the Ring with Patrick (Balrogs and such being rather too scary for the little ones), who follows the narrative easily, even if he does persist in calling Saruman "Count Dooku." Then, to bed. Daniel's birthday party was a food-and alcohol-saturated bacchanal, although I could've done without being bitten by mosquitos for the first time this summer. At one point, I find myself holding a story book with one hand and a Corona with the other, as Matthew sits on my lap; the legs of adult partygoers mill at the edges of my vision, as he insistently reads to me. So astounding, yet again, to see his cognitive progress. Matthew was born with a mild case of Down's Syndrome; although he'll probably always have trouble enunciating certain words, his cognitive abilities are close to normal. (At one point, as a test, I had him read some words from a book cover he was unfamiliar with; he still stumbles over certain sounds, but he read every word correctly. This, while my beloved niece Meaghan was joyfully testing the firmness of Uncle Coyote's skull with her knuckles.)
More family antics the next day; by evening, I'm quite ready to tiptoe into Boston. (Note to self: apparently Krispy Kreme donuts are the second coming, so far as Boston is concerned- hella long lines. Must investigate further.) After a bit of shopping, head out to catch up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cthulhia, who I'd last seen wearing bunny ears, two Arisias ago. Cthulhia was in fine fettle; we discuss the joys of the local beach and exchange gossip about mutual friends, as she explains the wonders of the Stargate TV series to me (note to self: do not hook up TV at home to cable, unless and until you have absolutely no pressing plans for the rest of the decade), and I belatedly lose my geocaching innocence. Today, more of the same: to Harvard Mall Square to meet a newly bearded Randy, with whom I catch up on stories about the nycgoth.com days, and various personages pertaining thereto; this is followed by a joint visit to Newbury Comics, which leaves my inner geek chortling with delight. Following that, an all-too-brief chat in Boston Common with the delightful __kel__; following that, I was supposed to have a friend from high school introduce me to her new girlfriend, but wires kept getting crossed, until it was time to split. (Probably for the best; I was getting a touch manic by that point.) Home to pack, and scheme with my sister about getting Dad to move here; tomorrow, back to NYC. Whew.
Smooth trip down, save for a lively moment when I nearly left my Stetson on a train; once again enjoy the architectural marvel which lies just outside North Station. Upon arrival, promptly sit down to watch Fellowship of the Ring with Patrick (Balrogs and such being rather too scary for the little ones), who follows the narrative easily, even if he does persist in calling Saruman "Count Dooku." Then, to bed. Daniel's birthday party was a food-and alcohol-saturated bacchanal, although I could've done without being bitten by mosquitos for the first time this summer. At one point, I find myself holding a story book with one hand and a Corona with the other, as Matthew sits on my lap; the legs of adult partygoers mill at the edges of my vision, as he insistently reads to me. So astounding, yet again, to see his cognitive progress. Matthew was born with a mild case of Down's Syndrome; although he'll probably always have trouble enunciating certain words, his cognitive abilities are close to normal. (At one point, as a test, I had him read some words from a book cover he was unfamiliar with; he still stumbles over certain sounds, but he read every word correctly. This, while my beloved niece Meaghan was joyfully testing the firmness of Uncle Coyote's skull with her knuckles.)
More family antics the next day; by evening, I'm quite ready to tiptoe into Boston. (Note to self: apparently Krispy Kreme donuts are the second coming, so far as Boston is concerned- hella long lines. Must investigate further.) After a bit of shopping, head out to catch up with
cthulhia, who I'd last seen wearing bunny ears, two Arisias ago. Cthulhia was in fine fettle; we discuss the joys of the local beach and exchange gossip about mutual friends, as she explains the wonders of the Stargate TV series to me (note to self: do not hook up TV at home to cable, unless and until you have absolutely no pressing plans for the rest of the decade), and I belatedly lose my geocaching innocence. Today, more of the same: to Harvard __kel__; following that, I was supposed to have a friend from high school introduce me to her new girlfriend, but wires kept getting crossed, until it was time to split. (Probably for the best; I was getting a touch manic by that point.) Home to pack, and scheme with my sister about getting Dad to move here; tomorrow, back to NYC. Whew.