There’s a 720 ton mass-damper ball in one of the tallest buildings in Taipei – check out the footage online of it moving like a kid’s soccer ball in the storm last week. It moved more than during the last earthquake.
Last night we (Alex, Imp, baby Alex, Katie, Darci, Curtis, Abbie, Jasmine, Keith, Paul, Jeff and I) went to English Bay and thanks to Alex had a picnic. Memories stick out…
Baby Alex sprint-crawling to the water. Baby Alex biting a lemon. Repeatedly. Shuddering from crown to butt. Playing lemon catch with Abbie. Playing the Ukelele Song with Alex (I figured out chords on the fly, go me). Pickled eggs (SOOOO GOOD Alex home-made them). Realizing that I made eight quarts of iced tea and it almost all got drunk, which is awesome. A fiery pink sunset. Happy eating people. Keith giving the Imp a shoulder ride. The Imp playing with a frisbee in a very high wind and looking very very carefully both ways before crossing the bikepath. Abbie neatly eating a sandwich. How tenderly her parents comforted her when she took a tumble. Alex saying “before you became a parent you never thought you’d have the urge to hold someone else’s vomit in your hands” as baby Alex puked into his mom’s hands. Assorted extremely yummy olives. New potato salad so good I almost cried, or maybe that was noticing it had extremely crunchy good bacon in it. Not eating too much, just feeling the fellowship and food.
Thank you Alex for putting it together. It was really wonderful.
