June 28, 2006

So, I Show Up at My Mother's House.

"Do you have anything to eat?" I ask her. "I want salad."

"No problem," she tells me.

"I had a fight with Attila the Hub. Let's hate men for a while."

"I'm not sure I can do that," she responds. "But if I really concentrated, I could probably resent your father for a few minutes."

"Don't. After all, he put some nice semen in you, with cool DNA. And now you have two nice kids. Excuse me: one nice kid, and one repressed workaholic. However, the one who's nice is really nice."

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Well, That's Something, Anyway.

I'm over my PMS.

That's the main problem with perimenopause: When I had actual cycles, I could predict the point at which temporary insanity would descend upon me. Now I freak out first, and find out why afterward.

Of course, that just makes me more interesting, colorful, and fun to be around. (Read: a total cunt. That happens to be my own version of the Marabel Morgan approach: a lot less sugar, a lot more spice.)

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June 25, 2006

A Beautiful Morning

It's so pretty right now, and relatively cool. I may actually go for a walk before church.

I woke up early, so I'll probably resort to a nap this afternoon. But at the moment, all is well: the birds are singing in the yard, and living in La Canada is like being at summer camp—all year 'round. Nothing but trees everywhere I look.

And the crows—those noisy beasts—are quiet right now. Still no owls, though. Am I supposed to buy my own? Did the city fail to send me a memo?

Will blog for owls. Or Wols; either way.

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June 20, 2006

And Starbucks, Too!

The dinner crowd started filtering in at Denny's, so I wandered, waif-like, into the night in search of a table with a power outlet nearby.

Actually, I've been considering nuking the T-Mobile HotSpot subscription, but I have to admit that this is nice: hot chai to fend off the overzealous air conditioner, and all the web I need.

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Huzzah for Denny's!

I left work after lunch today so I could avoid L.A.'s nastiest freeway and get out to Redondo Beach early, and am now:

1) enjoying free internet access at the big D, while I

2) eat a grilled ham and cheese sandwich with French fries on the side.

Youngsters, beware; this is what illicit thrills look like when you're 43 years old.

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June 18, 2006

Local Murder.

This year we're hearing and seeing a lot of crows. This might be okay, except that I haven't heard any owls in a while, and if the crow populations have gone up because we don't have enough owls in the neighborhood, we will be plagued soon by bunnies eating our grass.

When that happens, we have to step in to protect, quite literally, our turf.

The only creature that really bothers me is the homo sapiens: there have been far too many of those in the past few years.

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Oooh, Cool.

The site's back up. Hope you missed me. Absence, after all, makes something-or-other thingamajig.


I'm home, and happy, but after yesterday—volunteer work all morning, then housework and cooking all evening—I'm home, eating lotos flowers and surfing the web.

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June 17, 2006

I May Be the Cleverest Woman in the World.

"What is this?" my father asked.

"It's boysenberry pancake syrup from Knott's Berry Farm," I told him.

"I'm supposed to put this on the fish?" He seemed startled.

"Just fucking do it," I responded. "And forget what I said it was."

Sure enough, he loved it. "I'd never before thought of treating salmon
as if it were pancakes," he told me. But I'd known that if I heated
that stuff up on the stove and poured it in a gravy boat, it would be
good on fish—which if course I don't even eat.

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The Sun Also Rises.

My lime tree has recovered from its acute case of not-being-watered (from a few depressions ago), and it's a lovely day.

I'm up early, and headed out to Culver City to hang with my DA homies for a few hours (Regional Group Board Meetings and whatnot), and then I'm back to make the house slightly less messy before my father and stepmother show up for a nice dinner of grilled lamb and salmon.

Life could definitely be worse.

In other words, sometimes the blessings are so numerous they start counting themselves.

Excelsior.

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June 13, 2006

Yes. We Ordered the Prius.

It should be here in September or so. In the meantime, we're planning on winning a Mercedes for Attila the Hub at our church fundraiser, and then I'm going to win Adam Carolla's Toyota Corolla in early July.

So we'll be okay, car-wise, for a few years. Until my mother decides that we all have to be driving hybrids, right this very minute!

I know what you're thinking. But we're way luckier than average: it's not as far-fetched as you imagine that we'll win two cars within three weeks.

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June 11, 2006

Car Dealers

. . . can be real pigeons.

My mom wants to buy a Prius. We've had fun watching the bait-and-switch games, and the prices/interest rates that change, kaleidescope-like.

Tomorrow we'll get together to discuss options and then head to the dealership that hasn't been lying to her. If they can continue to tell the truth and feed us Actual Information, we'll ink the deal.

Never go to one of these places without a writing pad and a pen.

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June 01, 2006

I'd Forgotten

. . . how much fun it is to sit around in 90-degree weather with a pillow on one's lap to protect one's knees from a hot computer.

I could turn on the AC, sure. But I'm far too noble and virtuous to do that until we hit 100.

I swear: this summer I'm going to work on one of the balconies. The downstairs one, I think. It's cooler.

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