I meant to sleep late this weekend, I really truly did, but Friday night I went to bed at 4a and then woke up around 10.30a, last night I went to sleep at 3a and got up at 10a, after being awakened God only knows how much earlier by the children shrieking in agony over my head. Apparently, their parents were slitting their throats and dancing around in the blood (who knows what Protestants really get up to?) but maybe they were only getting their hair combed.

So I never caught up on my sleep, after a whole week of reluctantly dragging myself out of bed just waiting for the weekend, the weekend is now officially wasted, sleep-wise.

So, yesterday I absolutely had to get into the backyard and soak up some sun, so, after getting my breakfast I went out and basked.

It really wasn't as warm as it was the other day, it was pretty breezy, but it was a Saturday and the sun was shining, so I was out there. It was really great. The girls were out for like a minute, but then they scurried back in, chased by the wind.

There are all of these great dandelions in the lawn. Why would anyone prefer a lawn that is just grass? Our lawn, with its clover and dandelions is so much nicer than just plain lawn could ever be.

So I went into the darkroom to do Rosalind's headshots. I only gave myself three hours because that was all that I thought that I would need, and it was, though it was a tight squeeze.

On the trip into town, however, I realized that I had, of course, forgotten the list of what she wanted at home. So, when I got into the city, I crossed my fingers and called home. Fran was there, so I talked him through the process. He works on a computer all day, but somehow he manages to be almost as awkward around computers as my mother, though the phone conversation was less about alien concepts,("Okay, move the little arrow to the little picture and then click twice really fast..."), but more like telling someone how to disarm a bomb or land a plane over the phone.

I got my list, thank heavens, and did not have to spend an extra $3.50 and 45 minutes going home to get it myself. And Fran did not break my computer, as he does to Cynthia's every time he walks past it too purposefully.

Afterwards, I wanted to go to the movies, but I couldn't find anything to see. I think I looked at four movie theatres, each at least a six-plex, and there wasn't a goddamn thing to see.

Instead I strolled around, bought birthday presents for Cynthia and for a couple of people whose birthdays I missed for one reason or another. I hadn't realized that it was her birthday yesterday, especially since, when Fran and I discussed it on Thursday, he said that it was next Saturday, which I took to mean next Saturday (I seem to always have this difficulty), so I was surprised to find that I had less time to get presents than I thought I did!

I went to Barnes and Noble and got her the last two Anne of Green Gables books, Rainbow Valley and Rilla of Ingleside (at long last, as I've spent the last three years buying her this series), a couple of books that I will probably buy for other people, and so will not link, and a Krispy Kreme t-shirt. I had to get her a medium, as they don't make small, assuming, I suppose, that anyone who likes Krispy Kremes enough to want a t-shirt is unlikely to be small.

The third playoff game between the Jazz and the Mavericks was yesterday afternoon, and none of us could be there for it, so we taped it and watched it after midnight when we were all home. It was a real heartbreaker, too, Utah losing by just a couple of points right at the last second. Stockton played brilliantly, though, scoring his first career triple double (ten or more each points, steals and rebounds) which he never got before because he's little isn't supposed to be relied on to rebound the damn ball.

The Mavs have these two great players that, if they weren't beating my team, I could have enjoyed watching, Nowitski, whom we called Thor the Thunder God, because he is blonde and fair and keeps sinking these monster shots (Fran said, "They need to get Loki to guard him!"), and Nash, who is cute as hell and looks like a Beatle.

At one point, he and Stockton rammed heads, Nash's forehead slamming into Stockton's jaw, and Stockton, after checking to make certain that his teeth were still there, got up and continued play, and Nash left the court and went to the locker room. We, of course, jeered him for being a big ol' girly-man, but later they showed a shot of the blood running freely down his face and we forgave him. Though Stockton would have kept playing even with a face-full of blood, and that is, personally, what I love about Stockton.

Anyway, Nash came back with nine stitches in his girly-man head and proceeded to fast-break my team into the ground. Motherfucker. It must have been the tape I taped the game on, it's a bad luck tape. I'll tape the next game on the tape I taped Game 1 on--they won that game.

Lenten entries missed:

Aha! Here is Wendy's old site! She got fired, started a new job, and wrote a letter to her ex.

Stee didn't like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, went to SXSW, got robbed of stamps, wrote a 24 Hour Play, got fired (was there something in the air?) and is living the life of a Hollywood writer.

Today's horoscope:
You need a sense of security as well as adventure today. Go a bit afield with family members for recreation.

One year ago today:
4. "I tried to slit my wrists, but I'm dyslexic."

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