Yesterday Bennett and Alice invited us all over for pizza. I’m glad they did that, because I had wasted much of the day away sleeping late and then dozing off in the living room.

Bennett made a huge pizza with pan-fryed sausage and roma tomatoes that had less juice than regular tomatoes. Much of the evening was spent discussing pregnancy and birth since Alice just found out that she is pregnant. She told Bennett that I would hassle her because she had so adamantly professed “no more children” to me in the past. But I did no such thing. Didn’t have to.

Nicole, Tayler, Danny and Robert ran circles around us having a great time. They were still running when we left at 10:30. For the adults, it was like having a picnic on the beach. After a few minutes, you quit noticing the crashing sounds of the waves.

Bennett got a new rifle. Some kind of reproduction of an old west single shooter. Shoots the biggest bullets he has. He confessed that was one reason he got it.

As Kathy pet one of the two cats, Jack, Bennett told us about shooting a vicious bully neighbor cat. As it came to attack Jack or Jill, Bennett carefully aimed his pellet gun with the intent to “take the cat out.” The pellet hit the cat in the cheek bone. The owner later told how he discovered a metal glint in the cat’s face and dug out a pellet. “Someone shot my cat,” the neighbor told Bennett. Bennett just shook his head, regretting he hadn’t used live amo. It was a good shot, otherwise.

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Mom, Bob, and Bennett want me to go to the doctor about my eyes. I haven’t had a problem since Friday afternoon. Alice told the most convincing story, however, about a woman who was dizzy, and didn’t experience it again until a year later when doctors found a massive tumor in her brain. Yuck.