Monday, Jul. 07, 2003 - 11:02 a.m.
Greetings,
I’m thinking that I like July. Lots of three days weekends. All four weeks in July I work 4 or less days a week.
But everyday on the job is such a picnic; I don’t know why I rejoice so much at days off!
Blah.
The weekend rolled pleasantly by – lots of rain, lots of white wine, a couple of bubble baths, some interesting conversation, and books, books, books.
Thursday night I lounged in a lavender scented bath before donning the dreaded Serenity Blue caftan and swirling around my Study to Bryan Ferry.
I watched “Clue” for my main event and actually got the Mrs. Peacock did it ending. For the first time since buying the disk! Wow! Of course, I slept through it, woke up at the very, very, very, very, tail end and so rewound and watched it gleefully.
Friday Jaye came over to celebrate 4th of July. We had cheeseburgers ala my George Foreman grill, some pasta salad, corn on the cob, the aforementioned white wine, and we were very happy.
It rained most of the day so we stayed indoors and watched Jaws followed by lots of conversation.
When it got dark we went outside to sit on the front steps and we saw quite a few neighborhood fireworks shows, which punctuated the conversation nicely.
I even got to IM someone who has been waiting MONTHS he says! ;)
It rained yet again on Saturday and so I didn’t do much but watch BBC America, cooking shows, and then after dark I took a long, hot bubble bath by candlelight. Very nice.
Sunday it rained and I watched “Fatal Attraction” and “The Office” and read and did some laundry. I actually washed the cat beds because they were a bit hairy and nobody feline had slept in either of them in weeks.
Not that washing them did much to change that.
I also think that the huge spider living in the cat bed in the living room has contributed to the cats choosing other places to sleep lately.
But the spider lives elsewhere now and the bed has been washed so…maybe I’ll get home tonight to find Meow curled inside it.
At least part of this long weekend to come has to be spent at Home Depot buying a new weed whacker and then attacking the backyard which resembles something you might machete your way through on the way to discovering a lost Aztec kingdom. Indiana Jones might blanch if he had to walk thorough it, let’s put it that way.
I’ll have to get Tom an Indy hat to wear when he whacks this weekend.
This is what happens when it rains every day for 30 days straight and your weed whacker breaks. Seriously. At least here in New Orleans.
Well, I can’t seem to tear myself away from the fun that is workplace, so ta for now.
Until next time,
Olrun
