16 April
I remember once saying that I didn't like the Ramones because they were all so ugly. Greg thought that I was an idiot for saying that, and he was right.
Okay, I think that I made a mistake with the whole "Getting up at 9a after five hours of sleep" thing yesterday, because today I could barely drag myself out, and I'm still sleepy as can be, and I've been awake for ages.
Maybe I'll go to bed early tonight. Ha! I slay me.
So, I spent the weekend in the backyard. Well, not really, not like I will be come summer, but at least and hour each day!
Saturday was so beautiful, but it took me until 3.30p or so to get myself outside, and by then the sun had left the backyard. This is a phenomenon that I appreciate in August, because you can sit outside with the house as the world's least greasy sunblock and not fear bursting into flame. In the spring, however, it means that you have to go back inside the house and get a sweatshirt.
The cats were happy to get to go outside for the first time this year, at least Monty and Baldrick were, Elvis never comes out, he's too freaked by the people hanging out at the baseball diamond next door. Actually, though, he did come outside for a minute--he nosed his way through the screen door and tiptoed out on his little cat feet...and then Fran brought Bonnie into the backyard, and it was like in a cartoon when all you see is a puff of dust and he is gone.
Bonnie saw Baldrick, then looked around and asked, "Where's Milo?" "Milo's in heaven, honey, remember?" I think that she'll ask that question a few more times this summer.
After not too long, we went in, but yesterday I decided that I wasn't going to make the same mistake, and went out much earlier, and discovered the recipe for perfect happiness. It's lying on the grass with the sun on your back, warm like honey, but not too hot, reading a good book, listening to Johnny Cash on the boombox, and petting the cat absently as he wanders by.
I'll be patenting it soon, this recipe for perfect happiness, and then watch the money roll in! I'll be renting lawn space in my yard for $20 a pop, $20 extra for the book and for Johnny Cash, $50 extra if you expect me to provide the cat.
Today's
horoscope:
You may express a more supportive attitude on the job today. Be sure you get some of the caring energy back as well.
One year ago today:
Very sad news...
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