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spatch and I were amused and relieved to discover that the new expansion to Fallout 76 had narrowly missed dropping its quest-sparking vault door directly on one of his characters' camps. Thanks to the swift-moving microburst thunderstorms that passed through the local environs this afternoon, my parents were slightly less amused about a similar occurrence with a third of a maple tree and my father's car. The roads between our place and theirs were a sea of red lights detouring from downed trees. When we went out to visit the cairns of Abbie and Autolycus, we ended up dragging huge wet-leaved branches off them, tangled in the forsythia and lilac. Everyone is safe; the pieces of roofing strewn across the lawn came from another house; we celebrated the end of the school year for my niece and the twins with pizza from Dragon and the miscellany of ice cream flavors Abbott's had not sold out of. Rob with his Russian classes in high school was a hero to the twin who volleyed phrases at him and painstakingly wrote my name out in Cyrillic—luckily it was transliterated in the first place. All three of what both families have begun to call the triplets loved the pizza boxes flamboyantly spray-painted with the restaurant's name and debated the practicalities of draconic pizza-making. We are obviously going to have to introduce them one of these days to cherries jubilee, especially since I was asked questions tonight about Latin. At the end of this week I am flattened, but after dinner Rob presented me with the DVDs of the Warner Archive's Wild Bill Elliott Western Collection, which means The Forty-Niners (1954) and seven movies we are looking forward to finding out about. We walked around the reservoir after sunset and sang Frank Loesser and Adler and Ross. My niece has requested more Sydney Taylor. Maybe I can ask Hestia to sleep for me.
spatch and I were amused and relieved to discover that the new expansion to Fallout 76 had narrowly missed dropping its quest-sparking vault door directly on one of his characters' camps. Thanks to the swift-moving microburst thunderstorms that passed through the local environs this afternoon, my parents were slightly less amused about a similar occurrence with a third of a maple tree and my father's car. The roads between our place and theirs were a sea of red lights detouring from downed trees. When we went out to visit the cairns of Abbie and Autolycus, we ended up dragging huge wet-leaved branches off them, tangled in the forsythia and lilac. Everyone is safe; the pieces of roofing strewn across the lawn came from another house; we celebrated the end of the school year for my niece and the twins with pizza from Dragon and the miscellany of ice cream flavors Abbott's had not sold out of. Rob with his Russian classes in high school was a hero to the twin who volleyed phrases at him and painstakingly wrote my name out in Cyrillic—luckily it was transliterated in the first place. All three of what both families have begun to call the triplets loved the pizza boxes flamboyantly spray-painted with the restaurant's name and debated the practicalities of draconic pizza-making. We are obviously going to have to introduce them one of these days to cherries jubilee, especially since I was asked questions tonight about Latin. At the end of this week I am flattened, but after dinner Rob presented me with the DVDs of the Warner Archive's Wild Bill Elliott Western Collection, which means The Forty-Niners (1954) and seven movies we are looking forward to finding out about. We walked around the reservoir after sunset and sang Frank Loesser and Adler and Ross. My niece has requested more Sydney Taylor. Maybe I can ask Hestia to sleep for me.
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I am glad no one was on fire and that sounds immensely unnerving.