Monday, December 27, 2004

Monday After Christmas

. . . spent the afternoon driving daughter Karen home to the apartment she shares in Prospect Heights. We listened to Brian Wilson's Smile CD on the way down--quite an amazing piece of work, it's clear that the artists had a lot of fun making it. Listening with my 22-year-old daughter to an album released in 2004 by an artist my age who has finally gotten around to recording music he wrote in 1966 is a nice way to span the ages. (Karen loves the album; along with Bjork's Medulla it was one of the first two albums she downloaded onto her new iPod, her best gift from Santa Claus.)

. . . driving along at rooftop height on the BQE passed a twenty-foot-long homemade billboard bearing the message WORST PRESIDENT EVER. Karen said, "He really is, you know." Parked outside her place for fifteen minutes to carry up her Christmas stuff including the $200 chair she bought at IKEA--where did we buy cheap chairs for our first apartments, I wonder? Can't remember all these years later.

. . . Driving home saw a full moon, huge and orange, hanging just above the apartment buildings alongside the BQE. Quiet end to a beautiful Christmas weekend. Thanks to Mary-Jo, Karen, Laura, Matt, Janee, Alvin, Jonathan, Jack, all the others who helped make it special.
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