




I know that I'm a weirdo, but I like them more as they are fading away.
And I like my camera more when I take it outside.
Anyway, the weekend of busy-busy is looming.
I have to:
1) Tidy and Phoebe proof most of the house, plus scrub 2 showers.
2) Cut back the dead tulip leaves and lightly rake the mulch in the backyard.
3) Have lunch with one of my oldest friends.
4) Shop for a new front door**.
5) Hem and fix beads on that Prom dress. Then press it at least twice.
6) Roadtrip to Elmira for Pippin. Hug that boy and try to carry home the bulk of his dorm room stuff so Wednesday won't be too bad.
7) Regatta Surprise!*
* Griffin wiped out on his skateboard last Thursday and removed a swatch of skin from his palm. It's healed but he skipped crew all week because of it. At 10PM last night, I get an email about Monday's Regatta, which Griffin knew nothing about.
Gary is working Monday, I am on Phoebe duty since Mom and my sister will be off looking for dead relatives*** and it will be 85degrees and humid. I still feel like crap from the meds and I still hate people. I'm hoping that they let dogs on the shuttle bus or I can find a handbag large enough for an 18 pound beagle.
** My sister will make this very difficult. She does not make decisions without my threatening a hissy fit.
*** If you think we might be related, just let me know. My sister is making the largest family tree I've ever seen and has gone far enough to map out all of Gary's family - even three generations back in Ireland and to prove that Griffin's girlfriend is not a relative, even though both of their maternal grandfathers come from adjoining, tiny, mining towns in Pennsylvania.