Well, I meant to catch up last night, but Sara and Tracing are just so bad and dreadful that they kept me out half the night and I got no sleep and stuff.

So we are just going to have to pretend that it's Labor Day today.

Well, here it is, Labor Day, today! (I know, this joke has gotten old, but it cracks me up, so you people are just going to have to live with it until I catch up at last.)

I can't tell if it feels strange to have a three-day weekend or if it feels like my due.

So yesterday I did the first real thing for my movie, and I only realize now that my horoscope for yesterday was "You're both highly creative and quite focused today. Choose a new, fascinating project and take the first step to bring it to fruition."

I always think that it's funny when things like that happen.

And the first real thing was taking the picture of Richard and the dog, Byron, who was adorable. I realized when I saw the dogs that I had forgotten to ask what the breed was, but they turned out to be labs, thank God. I was just so thrilled to get my matching dogs that, I think, if they had turned out to be Shih Tzus or teacup poodles or french bulldogs or something, I'd have just decided that those breeds were popular in the Ozarks in the 50's, didn't you know?

Richard was late, so I was sitting around with the dog owners, and they finally asked "So, what's this film about anyway?" I told them that it was about a woman that kills all the dogs in town, but they didn't kick me out in horror, thank goodness. They seemed to think that it was funny when I emphasized "But your dogs play the only dogs that live!"

Richard finally arrived, and his hair was just the freakiest colour. It seems that someone had talked him into dying his hair ash blonde for the summer, but it turned out canary yellow instead, then they fixed it and it was, in fact, ash blonde, but he went out in the sun and it turned red, so basically he just got a haircut and is trying to grow it out.

"But I've spent weeks trying to find a dark-haired boy to match you!" I cried. Honestly, these actors. Ash blonde for the summer, indeed.

Anyway, I took the shots, and it's like I really believe that the whole thing is going to happen now.

Then I went home and we had a barbecue in the backyard with Fran's friend Neil and his fiancee, Susan.

I was expecting people a bit more tight-assed, what with all of the frantic cleaning that Cynthia did, but they were very relaxed and sweet. We all ate and drank and sat around and got eaten by the mosquitos (I can't wait until winter) and argued about sauerkraut. My position is that it is revolting, Neil's is that it is delicious. It's amazing how long people can argue about something like that when there is no chance that they will ever agree or really understand the other person's point of view.

It's like pro-choice v pro-life, only with less gunfire. Nobody is killing the sauerkraut makers for what they are doing to the innocent cabbages. Though it's not a bad idea.

At the very end of the evening we started talking about my movie, because I am just Johnnie One-Note at this time, and I mentioned that I still needed to find a child, and they said that they knew one! A kid from the neighbourhood who is just dying to do movies and can follow instructions and has dark hair and a round face and is everything one would want in a Little Leroy.

I sure hope it works out, 'cause there's no point in having the puppy without the little boy to play with him!

In honour of Richard and his ash blonde hair for the summer, I'm pulling a Diane and linking back to an old forum question.

What's the worst thing that you have ever done to your hair?

And we're still talking about our sense of direction (or lack thereof), vocal tics, looking on disasters as blessings, To Do lists, feeling a great sense of accomplishment, bad movies we love, too much vacation, strange little rituals, making ourselves look younger or older, hypochondriacs, favourite musicals, and the worst remake ever.

Today's horoscope:
Restlessness is likely today. Don't tie yourself or the family down to a "must follow" routine. Keep everybody's options open.

One year ago today:
Of course if I actually got to my darkroom appointment on time they'd all faint...

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