Every day's a moving day

We have this song we sing in Head Start, and it's a different kind of movement for each day of the week. For example, "Monday is my marching day, I march and march and march away." It's called Every day is a moving day. It's not one of my favorites, because it wears me out. I like the jumping, but by the time I get to galloping, I'm tired. Strolling is my favorite movement.

Today we helped our friends Matt and Heather move. Thank goodness every day is not that kind of moving day, because I'm tired. I had a lot of fun today, but I guess it's nice to come back to an apartment that is already lived in. I remember moving, and it's really not that fun. So I sympathize. I'm going back tomorrow to help paint, which should be really fun.

It was a beautiful day for moving. Unseasonably warm, sunny, you really couldn't ask for more in January.

We also went to see a free jazz concert at Bowdoin, with Howard Johnson on tuba and Gary Wittner on guitar. It was ok, but it's really not my sort of music. I think Jim and Jeff liked it quite a bit more than I did. I enjoyed spending time with Luke and Alex much more. We ate and drank at Pedro O'Hara's, a Mexican/Irish restaurant in Brunswick which was nothing if not interesting inside. Their margaritas taste like lime-ade, which is not a good thing. The bite of enchilada I had was pretty decent. They were blasting Escape (The Pina Colada Song), so that scored them some points. I'm eager to try El Camino on Cushing St. I've heard good things about their pomegranite margarita.

Jim and I inherited the game Pass the Pigs from Heather and Matt. Jim swears it's good fun, and the box swears it's "The Classic Party Game And More!" Can't wait!

So one thing that's really funny is that one of the super-old posts on this blog from perhaps three years ago is called "Doggie Style" because I really wanted a dog (nothing has changed). Now that I have a sitemeter, I can see where people who visit this page are from, and how they got here (most get here through Jim's site), and a couple of people have now found my blog by searching for "doggie style." That's pretty funny. I think I'd be disappointed if I found this while looking for porn.