Comments for Number 9
Number 9: 12/27/06
My librarian friend and fellow Bookcrosser "lovemylife" sent me another small box of rescues from her library. Number 9: The Little Fire Engine is the other children's book from the box that I immediately had to read. Of the two books, Number 9 is the strongest story. While being a story of an old man and his anthropomorphic fire engine, it does show the dangers of fighting fires and the way in which the elements can help or hinder the fight. At one point the building actually collapses in part on the engine showing the balancing act that fire fighters must manage between the safety of others in a disaster to that of their own.
Gratitude #27: Alice
Today is my best friend's birthday. We've known each other since the first grade. My grandmother provided day care for us all the way through school until the time that Alice and her family moved to the other end of University City. For the last three years we've been included in her family birthday celebration that includes dinner and a movie.
Before the movie we met at Alice's parent's home. We took along Harriet to introduce her to Alice, Kim and their parents. Harriet was her usual charming and smiling self. She even giggled a few times. Then on our way to the theater we dropped her home with my mom who was watching both Sean and Harriet.
Tonight's movie choice was Casino Royale. It was fun to see but not one of my favorite Bond films (or books for that matter). I think the Bond story is played out now and it either needs another long hiatus or just a full out retirement.
Afterwards we tried for dinner at the PF Chang's near Towne Centre but it was over packed and the wait was an hour and a half. Alice decided it would be best to go to Brockton Villa at the La Jolla Cove. It was a much lovelier meal than what we would have had at PF Chang's. I just wish we had decided to go there first.
After dinner it was back to the home for pie and presents. We ended up calling it a night at 10:15 or so since we have to drive back up to South Pasadena tomorrow and Harriet is certainly going to wake us up around dawn.