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Thursday, April 8, 2004 This is just wrong.
This is a new B2004 I made last night (for someone who reads this journal, hmmmm, who has a birthday coming up). I thought the plain red card was too boring so I started messing with it. First I streaked it with black ink but it seemed too dark. So I dabbed a crumpled up tissue on a silver metallic ink pad and smooshed that in places. That lightened it up a bit. Then I stamped those little asterisk things I love so much. Um, it's different. I don't love it - but it's okay. It's fun to experiment. Happy Birthday Mystery Person!
I started feeling better this afternoon, mentally/emotionally I mean. Not where I want to be, but better. I'm keeping the appointment with Debbie next week, no matter what. It will be good for me. I started thinking about gardening today and that cheered me up. As recently as last Sunday, when we received about 5" of snow, I couldn't think about gardening at all. Today it was 51 degrees and sunny so naturally the gardening thoughts came back. I just might put pencil to paper tonight figure out quantities and such.
Does no one have a decent work ethic anymore? The electrician was supposed to be here 2-1/2 hours ago - nothing, not a phone call. His brother is a plumber and who I called first to look at our washer. Not only did he not call me back within 10 minutes like his cell phone voice mail promises - I had to call him 3 days later! Then he showed up 2 DAYS after he said he would be here. Meanwhile I called the appliance guy who was punctual and informative, even if I couldn't get the damn thing to leak while he was here. (I'll check the lint trap - thanks, Sue.) I called Steve at work this afternoon to vent and ask if he'd have a problem with me finding another electrician. Steve found this guy originally and he is good - and usually pretty punctual. I said, "I want this guy to pay for the sins of him and his brother!!" I hate "breakin' in a new guy" so we'll give this guy another chance. But c'mon! Heck, I was becoming impressed because all three air conditioning guys I talked to recently were early for their appointments with me. And anyone who knows me, knows I have a real thing for being on time. In my family, if you're on time, you're late.
My copy of Girl Clown by Mary Wise arrived today. Damn, I wish I hadn't read it before it was published! It's beautiful, Mary - you should be very proud of yourself. Can you believe you did it?? You freakin' wrote a book!
Speaking of writers, Gretchen wrote a book about our family. When it's been published, you know I'll be shouting it from the rooftops, so don't worry, you won't miss it. (Wait, I haven't read it yet. She assures me I'm not in it much. It might be good anyway.) In the meantime you can read the premier edition of her new column here. T-Zero Xpandizine is an online magazine for writers created by Writers' Village University.
Dinner: Simon and I had big ol' plates of salad for dinner. Within the last month or so Simon has been very conscious about what he eats. I never thought I'd see that day. He's even gone running a few times. And since we've been having warm spells now and again, he forces his buds to go out and play basketball with him in the driveway. Nothing warms my heart like the sound of dribbling basketballs coming from boys who spend waaay too much time on their asses watching TV and playing video and computer games. Steve has dinner with his daughter every Thursday night. Reading: Queer Eye for the Straight Guy : The Fab 5's Guide to Looking Better, Cooking Better, Dressing Better, Behaving Better, and Living Better. My copy came in at the library the other day. I'm skimming through lots of it, especially Kyan's section on products. I'm sure I'll slow down now that I've come to Thom's section on decorating. It's a good book though - to be taken seriously, though it has their usual dose of humor. I'm enjoying it.
Listening to in the car: Music,
which means a lot of button punching for me.
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