ita, i was just looking for a book in a library catalog, and found a book by someone named Ita Daly. She obviously capitalizes (or her publishers do) but I'd still never run across anyone else with your name.

Ha! I laugh because when I was a teen I was the hugest Daley Thompson fangirl. Ita Daly just sounds like the stalkerish next step, along with typo.

Okay, so I left work and ducked into a convenience store on the way to the bus to see if they had anything better than Turning Leaf. While I was peering at their wine selection, a dude said something about how he'd like to get past me. Since I wasn't blocking the aisle, and I was tired and frozen, I waved for him to go ahead and said something inane like, "That's okay."

Apparently, this was The Wrong Thing To Say, and he took umbrage, demanding to know if I thought he was going to attack me, because he wasn't that guy, I should worry about those guys out front, and etc. He grabbed his 40 and headed to the register, bitching at me the whole time. I finally found an acceptable vintage and wandered to the front of the store. For some reason he offered to let me go in front of him, and I said, "That's cool, you were here first."

Apparently, this was also The Wrong Thing To Say, because I got treated to another spiel about how he was a regular here and I probably didn't know that, and did I think he was going to attack me, blah blah.

I just looked at him and said, "Dude, you're the one who keeps bringing it up."

His mother was doubtless frightened by a slounger.

People are weird.

Also weird, my grandmother who just called to ask if I want some lovely tea set I said I liked one time. I'm sure I do want it, but not now when it's going to sit in a box in my closet!

I am, admittedly, a little white girl wearing expensive clothing, and maybe he thought I was afraid of him or something.

But since I was taller than he was, in a part of the city teeming with cops, and also perfectly capable of flipping out like a mammal (although not like an ita) if the situation required it, I'm not sure why he bothered.

I got super productive tonight and have already prepared and put in the freezer, two meals for me, and meat for 3 more. That takes most of the cooking pressure off the weekend. YAY!

Also, the new to us Thomas video (thanks ebay) was a big hit. I have 5 more hidden, so I think I will be set for the next few months. YAY again.

Matt! Scary! Losing control while driving terrifies me, I'm so glad you are all right. 2 weeks before you can get the car fixed is a serious drag.

So, what are people doing this weekend?

Tomorrow I'm planting trees in a meadow. It's a restoration project to reduce flooding in the street that runs past John Muir's grave, my parents have been involved in the whole thing for ages and are running this planting. And it's a tree-planting holiday, so it may well be a mitzvah.

Sunday is the Superbowl and probably beer.

I have jack all in the way of plans. Which feels weird. But I should savour it. Next weekend I have black belt training for, I think, six hours each day.

I'm watching Wednesday's Colbert Report, and I don't think I've ever heard of Jed Babbin before, and now that I have, I wish I could develop hysterical amnesia.