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My daughter saved me–and you, my reader–from having to write about school. Thank goodness. Today was one of those days where it wasn’t a bad day, but wasn’t necessarily a good day, either. For this teacher of third graders, it was a busy day. Busy, as in, “Wow.”
But, I’m not going to write about that. Nothing to see there, citizens, just move along.
Thursday night, my youngest daughter, Kim, normally comes over to our house for dinner. ‘Tis tax season, though, so I’m sorta baching it (my wife’s an accountant). I’m perfectly capable, mind you, of making a meal, but sometimes it’s nice to go out as well. (Quick aside: No, I didn’t know how to spell “baching,” so I Googled it. Most definitions were a variation on “living as a bachelor while one’s wife is away,” but the Urban Dictionary says it leans toward infidelity. Darn. Another perfectly good word headed down the drain of modern usage, but I’m still going to use it today.)
We decided on a nearby Mexican restaurant that she enjoys. I’ve only been there once, but it’s been quite a while. It was good, and after April 18th I’m pretty sure I’ll be headed back with my wife. (Another quick aside: Tax day is April 18th this year. Why not the 15th, you might wonder? (Then again, you might not.) The 15th is on a Saturday this year, and Emancipation Day is celebrated in Washington D.C. on April 16th. That means it’s observed on Monday, the 17th–a holiday for the IRS. Hence, Tax Day is on the 18th. Go ahead, relax–you’ve got plenty of time.)
The food, as I mentioned, was good, and the conversation was better. My daughter was probably the better conversationalist today (see my first paragraph), but I think I did okay. It’s nice to spend time with my girls. They’re both closer to thirty than twenty, now, and I’m more than proud of the women they’ve become. My other daughter, Karin, doesn’t get out much without her two daughters in tow, but I love the time we spend together as well (I need to write about the granddaughters–maybe a later slice).
As I’m wrapping this up, a closing pun occurred to me: Tonight was nachos with two asides.
I know, I know. Did I mention today was a little crazy?