A picture of the pool at the Paris.
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
This is the first time I've ever wanted to go to Las Vegas.
I talked to my sister and she made me feel better about the tree. We agreed that no one should do anything to it for a year and let it recover, and she reassured me after I sent her a couple photos that the tree is all right. I told her I understand now why she does everything herself.
I am tired, and a lot of stuff on my to do list remains undone, but I fed myself today and have breakfast and lunch made for tomorrow. It's taking a long time for the water to come up to flan temperature, but I don't have to do anything about that, just wait. I should wash more dishes and I should really do some laundry, but tired.
God, I'm wiped out.
I hiked 8 miles with my sister this morning -- breaking in our new hiking boots -- and then came home to empty my kitchen. That was all afternoon, and now I have no food to eat other than some frozen stuff, so I had a slice of pizza from the guys around the corner, and a large beer. I did at least get a bunch of stuff to Good Will, but seriously, not nearly enough. And my garage is full of boxes.
Demolition begins tomorrow, and that will be exciting!
That is exciting!
I just went and bought all the things at TJs, including Jesse's biltong jerky.
Speaking of the centrality of Jesse to all of our lives, Matilda has been asked to join the Church Choir (which makes me think of Jesse).
She was given a binder to hold her hymns which she promptly decorated with cute animals cut out from her National Geo for Kids. Each animal has a thought balloon which says "I love music time!" except the Koala who is hugging her eucalyptus tree and says "I love my log!" Also the hedgehog says "I love music time" and also "I love fashion!" (because it is wearing little booties).
"I love my log!"
It's better than bad! It's good!
She was given a binder to hold her hymns which she promptly decorated with cute animals cut out from her National Geo for Kids.
Gosh, that's adorable.
I've made the startling discovery that most of my shoes are the wrong size. Specifically, I need to be wearing W/C width instead of M/B. Now I can get rid of all these shoes without regrets, and start looking for shoes that don't make my feet hurt.
It's better than bad! It's good!
Heh, and I was heading towards Twin Peaks.
Aw. But surely there is someone here who is actually in a church choir, unlike me, who just shows up for holidays and funerals.