Kacie would like me to print a retraction to last
casually snarky *FootNotes* entry, wherein I made it
though I were berating her for going to a casino the same weekend I
her money for her dad's birthday present.
CallWave message (which came in, apparently, while
we were out tromping around under the waterfalls at Yosemite ... or, as my ex-husband adorably calls it, "YOZE-a-Myte"):
I only spent THIRTY DOLLARS at the casino!
Now I'm not speaking to you anymore.
I guess that you and I are just growing apart. Sniff.
Whoops, I just got a beep. Gotta go.
absolutely correct. I have no business casting
public aspersions about the way she spends her time OR
her money. Not even in jest. I
guess this is one of those instances where a little maternal "teasing"
translate as clearly from a website as it might from, say, the front
seat of a 1971 Plymouth Valiant. I feel really
the whole thing this morning.
spectacular. If I were more adequately caffeinated this
morning -- or less surrounded by mountains of muddy
post-camping-trip laundry, demanding my attention -- I might be able to come up with a
better word than
again, I'm not sure that any
could ever do Yosemite
justice. I spent the entire weekend with a
video camera in one hand and a digital camera in the other
hand, attempting to adequately document both the
the warm-and-fuzzy familial aspects of the trip, but most of the time I wound up ignoring both cameras completely and
all of this awesome indescribable spectacularness with my naked
something for everybody. Waterfalls! Pine
forests! Redwoods! Dogwoods! Wildflowers
mountains! Ground squirrels! Brown-Headed
Cowbirds! Hunky National Park
attendants in snug khaki uniforms! We went for modest family
around Yosemite and Bridal Veil Falls. (And my infected toe did just
fine, clad in ancient walking sandals and a pair of ugly Yosemite
National Park socks I picked up at the giftshop the first day we were there.) We had
dinner in The Mountain Room -- floor-to-ceiling
windows affording us a jaw-dropping view of Yosemite Falls -- and
Sunday morning brunch at the Ahwanee
Lodge , described as "the most beautiful restaurant in America." We
visited the Ansel Adams Gallery so David could say hello to his old
high school buddy, Glen. We shopped for tacky
refrigerator magnets in the gift shop. We fell asleep at
night to the sound of waterfalls, and woke up in the morning to the
sound of birds chirping outside our door.
It was ... yeah, I'm going to say it again ... absolutely spectacular,
and I love my in-laws to pieces for including me in
such a special and memorable Ð®åƒ±êrvØ¡
of this weekend -- not to mention my new Yosemite
snowglobe -- for the rest of my life.
Back to the point, which is the fact
Daughter #2 is a good, responsible, hard-working young woman -- she was just hired on fulltime at The Box Factory: we're
VERY PROUD of her for that -- and I know
that she would never fritter away her dad's birthday money on a handful
of pulltabs and a plastic
cup full of nickels. I
apologize profusely if I made it sound
And yes, she's still getting that pony.
secra at YOZE-a-Myte
to throw a rock?