Well that there was enough happy-happies for me. In more pressing news, I am glad to say that Austin is in fact not suffering from brain damage, he is just teething. He is teething so much and so hard that all he could do was stand in the middle of the living room and scream and teethe. Or you could hold him, in any room, really, and he could scream and teethe. I thought that either Austin or I would, at any minute disintegrate into some fine grainy dust and blow out the window. That was how bad it was/is. But now that we know that he is teething and not going to die or turn into dust, things are...more understandable.
What is not quite understandable or comprehendible currently is the madness that has overtaken our neighborhood. It's the North Beach Festival !, which seems to attract overly suntanned people who arrive to the festival pre-drunk so as to start the fun immediately, I guess. Along with the festival, today is the day to get your dog blessed at the Shrine of St. Francis and if you are affiliated with the Chinese community, you or a loved one may be participating in a funeral which on normal weekends is a traffic stopping event in itself. So, in about twenty minutes when I leave to go to work, I will encounter people drinking openly in the street while throwing a Frisbee around, fried artichoke stands, a lot of dogs, at least one marching band and a gang of motorcyclists, both of which will be escorting a funeral through the smallish older streets in our neighborhood. It is not a good day for death in North Beach. Actually it just is not a solemn day for death in North Beach, what day is ever good for death, in any neighborhood? That, I feel is the most reaching I have ever done to try and end a post. Ahem.
Oh yes, in case you were wondering, David got some bulk chocolate, a pound of bacon and some aftershave to celebrate being a father with. He liked them all, or so he says.
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