May 16th, 2004.

Saturday, Heather and I wandered around Ellicott City - blowing bubbles, window shopping, and slipping on rocks. Waving the bubble wand is actually spectacular therapy, and we got the first smile out of Heather practically since the accident.
Saturday, Heather and I wandered around Ellicott City – blowing bubbles, window shopping, and slipping on rocks. Waving the bubble wand is actually spectacular therapy, and we got the first smile out of Heather practically since the accident.

Sitting through movies while the body knits. Well, Mara knits – rob and Heather heal. In the past few days we’ve watched Troy – Brennan and Tori came by and picked us up and dragged us out and it was vastly appreciated. Unfortunately, the movie was crap.

Then last night, we sat and watched Catch Me If You Can – which was awesome and I suggest everyone run out and watch it RIGHT NOW!!! if only for the opening sequence…

And today, Justin and David and Heather and I all went out to see Van Helsing. That one’s awwwesome.

We chased fish and tadpoles and fooled with freaky moss gunk. Beautiful day down by the river in Ellicott. Heather actually had wanted to go get measured for her industrial, but the place was closed - so we were forced to amuse ourselves.
We chased fish and tadpoles and fooled with freaky moss gunk. Beautiful day down by the river in Ellicott. Heather actually had wanted to go get measured for her industrial, but the place was closed – so we were forced to amuse ourselves.
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Heather and I at Caribou Coffee in Owings Mills. Great show - great photographs by Justin Lloyd. We had begun the evening playing outside, competing with the fountain and the traffic and the strip-mall speakers spouting disco tunes and easy listening favourites. Half-way through the night, dodging wind-tossed umberellas, we moved the gig inside - and then the storm struck, with rivers of water pouring through out of the sky, sending parking lot wanderers scurrying.
Heather and I at Caribou Coffee in Owings Mills. Great show – great photographs by Justin Lloyd. We had begun the evening playing outside, competing with the fountain and the traffic and the strip-mall speakers spouting disco tunes and easy listening favourites. Half-way through the night, dodging wind-tossed umberellas, we moved the gig inside – and then the storm struck, with rivers of water pouring through out of the sky, sending parking lot wanderers scurrying.
After the gig, Heather displayed her spectacular slug-wrangling skills and caught me about five of the beasts. I'd been wanting to get photographs of them, and had been calling them for days, but I guess it was the cool night and low-lying fog that brought them forth.
After the gig, Heather displayed her spectacular slug-wrangling skills and caught me about five of the beasts. I’d been wanting to get photographs of them, and had been calling them for days, but I guess it was the cool night and low-lying fog that brought them forth.
Beautiful, beautiful slug. I was immediately entranced. We brought them inside after a while, and played with them on a plate on the kitchen table. They tried to make their escape, but Heather harassed and coralled, till they collapsed into broken, trained, tame little slug lumps.
Beautiful, beautiful slug. I was immediately entranced. We brought them inside after a while, and played with them on a plate on the kitchen table. They tried to make their escape, but Heather harassed and coralled, till they collapsed into broken, trained, tame little slug lumps.

 

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