We opted to save Mexican food for Wednesday night and enjoy Greg’s homemade chili instead. He spent the day laboring over it and the smells and the looks of it made it too hard to pass up last night. Court was a very memorable experience. I went it to it thinking, “hmm…I wish this was Law and Order”…and wait, it was! Did I mention that I was at a full stop at a red light when the guy slammed into me? Well, he contested the charges and said that I was changing lanes, driving negligently and in a reckless manner. What?!? He also represented himself. The judge told him that he could ask me questions, but told him “this is not like on TV, you are just asking her to clarify anything that she said, not to catch her saying something that makes you say ah-ha! she is responsible”. Well. He ignored that advice. Asked me crazy questions---were Raj and I sharing a seat? Were there probably or definitely cars in front of me? Totally nutty questions! I guess that pics of the accident are kind of like DNA tests—they speak for themselves. The judge decided that it would be hard to swerve out of the way of a reckless driver (me, in this story) and slam directly into the back of the car. Hmmm….The chili was enjoyed with one of Greg’s home brews—a German Bock. Sweet, strong and coppery, it was nice and chewy (a favorite of Raj’s). Like my description and how I sound like I know what I am talking about? Greg’s influence is pouring onto these pages. The beef was delicious, it game from Polyface Farms, a place I have been curious about since reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma.
Avery is watching me blog. When she saw the pic of Greg, she reached towards the screen and “grabbed” the beer with her fingers. Followed with a “thank you dad!”












































