A Bag of Bones, A Field of Kids, and A Roomful of Actors

As I type, the sky is grey and birds are kicking up a fuss in the foliage. Jeanine says that one of the doves attracted to the chicken feed met its end in the claws of a large bird of prey that she didn't recognize. Not a Cooper's Hawk, and not one of the larger local hawks. It was pale, and flew off with the dove, raining feathers over the rooftops.

Eva spent most of the weekend with a friend and her family at a cabin near Yosemite. She returned with this. Of course she did.

And Willow had her first softball game of the season. I believe her description of the game was, "we slaughtered them."

I went out Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights this weekend, the first two nights accompanied by Jeanine. Friday and Sunday were musical events, which will be duly reported over at my other blog. Saturday, we went to see the latest Central Works play, Enemies: Foreign and Domestic, which, as always, features sound design by my brother. If you're local, and read this before the end of March, go see it. It's fantastic.

The kids at camp this week are chatterboxes and prone to vomiting. One homesick girl threw up in her cabin, so I coated the mess with Super Sorb (a handy janitorial product used for absorbing liquid messes). Later, she threw up on the Super Sorb, so I Super Sorbed it again, making a vomit sandwich of sorts. On the plus side, Daylight Savings Time means that the kids are once again able to stay asleep until the official wake-up time.