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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Birthday Flat Tire 

Back in 2002, I spent most of my birthday morning in the neutral ground in front of the Canadian Embassy waiting for AAA to show up. I had a flat tire and that was when I discovered that the jack in the trunk was more rust than tool.

This was during the World Cup and I was desperately wanting to know the results of the Poland–Portugal match because it would help determine whether or not Team USA would advance to the next round. The tow truck driver who finally showed several hours later than expected, turned out to have played soccer professionally in Egypt, but he hadn't been paying attention to Group D; the same was true for the Moroccan guy at the gas station.

But all that has nothing to do with today's birthday flat. First off, it's Evelin's birthday, not mine.

A bit before 11:00 a.m. I got a call at work from Evelin. She and Celeste had made a run to Target and she though the T.R.U.C.K. was driving funny, but she waited until she got to the store to find out the rear passenger-side tire was going flat. She and Celeste went ahead and picked up the things they needed, and when she got back to the parking lot the tire had no air left in it.

After talking about it some, we all decided that she and Celeste would walk home and I would cut out of the office a little bit early to take care of the flat before Evelin had to get to work. Target is a little over a mile from our house, but it was quite hot and humid today, and the air quality is in the icky category.

Long story short: I left my car at the house, walked up to Target, changed the tire and got home in time for Evelin to get to work. And it was hot, humid and icky.

While this was going on, Celeste was napping. On the walk back from Target, Evelin had had to work to keep her awake and she was in bed by 11:30 a.m. She ended up sleeping until 1:45 p.m. — a good two hours and 15 minutes — which meant she was ready for her afternoon with me.

In addition to a quick trip to the grocery for some birthday supplies, Celeste spent a good bit of time reading, including flipping through the latest issue of BabyTalk and giggling at some of the photos and advertisements.

She also played a little soccer. Basically, while holding my hands to walk, she would bump into her little Size 0 Lego soccer ball pushing it forward. At first I think it was annoying her, but there were a few times where she looked like she was aiming and giving it a good kick.

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