frustrating morning-early afternoon (unnecessary rainout) turns golden this afternoon when it offers extra time with the ruds, the grandparents, and the nemo-carrie duo. annie comes up with the superb idea of a 324 n. main - apt 509 easter egg hunt, resulting in free candy, one dollar, and good times. all but one was found - perhaps it'll emerge from the plumbing in a few weeks.

dinner quite fun, only because the fam's good folks. and it's better when family interaction occurs both as get-together and spectacle. suffice to say, the boy-me combo was 'on,' at least from this writer's perspective. crowd interaction occured, as nemo helped himself to extra water (a noticeable glow emanated from my mother at that point), and the ultimate in audience involvement served as finale...ahh, the tractor, the red one.

the night features prior's gem (and the littlest one actually saying "whoa" upon seeing the athleticism of whoever was playing shortstop for the pirates...she's finally getting it), and the least successful viewing of an 'all-time classic' in the history of movie-watching.

the film: annie hall.

the results:
- middle one 'loses interest' in the opening twenty minutes (perhaps the rice distracts this one)
- youngest one heard snoring loudly, approximately an hour in (this is dvd, so i can tell things like that)
- oldest one spends the final thirty minutes wondering if 'the jerk' would have ultimately been a better choice (note: annie hall was selected by the youngest, who's been doing the woody allen thing of late. say anything was also rented, but will go unwatched by the trio.)

so we'll call it a good day. the youngsters sleep in the living room as this is written...i shall join them in slumberland soon.