Anyhoo, my dad came over around 10:30 and we went out in the backyard and gardened. He broke down the upside-down dead Christmas tree that was out there, and I used a neat-o tool to de-weed a bunch of the lawn and the planting beds.
We went to The Rosewood for lunch again. My dad couldn't stop raving about their sammitches. We got there just a couple minutes before it opened and waited in the car. This time I had the tuna melt; my dad had the focaccia club. We talked about sports and politics. It was pretty fun.
We got home and gardened some more. He used some grass clippers to take out a ton of stuff in the planting areas. I continued to de-weed. Then we trimmed back the trees so that you can actually walk under them without getting twigs in your eyes.
After he left around 1:00 I drove up to West Seattle to the PCC Natural Market there and bought five They Might Be Giants tickets for thier August 11th show at The Woodland Park Zoo. In researching how to buy said tickets, I discovered that somehow Woodland Park got the domain name www.zoo.org. Wow! That's a pretty good domain name for a zoo! Anyway, the trip was without incident, except that I really had to pee by the time I got home.
One of the meds I'm taking makes it so that I'm constantly thirsty and also have to pee a lot. No, I'm not diabetic. It's just a little annoying. I swear I'm drinking like a gallon a day. And also my poo is turning green. I think I'll call the doctor tomorrow and ask about all that.
I got home, peed, and dinked around on the 'puter. I got ready for Fools Play and left like 15 minutes late on account of there just always seemed to be one more thing I needed to do before I could leave. Just one more. One more. And again, one more. I heated up some Hot Pockets and ate them on the way down while listening to NMVGPTS. The show was okay; Ed kept on messing up in very small ways, which seems to be happening a bit lately. Oh, well, I'm sure I do it, too.
I gave Geoff the Prologue and Chapter One of my novel for him to read, and he let me borrow Victor Wooten's CD A Show of Hands. It's his solo CD; just him and his bass. It's pretty spectacular at times, and always very pretty.
You know, I never used to listen to a lot of music. It was just something I never really did. I don't like the radio. But ever since I quit transcribing to concentrate on my health and CGH Design, I've been able to listen to music while I'm working at home here (before now I had those damned headphones in my ears all the time). And I've been doing so more and more. It's to the point now that I'm actually having trouble deciding what should be my Album of the Month next month. Who'd of thunk?
When I got home after Fools Play I ate a leftover pork chop and setteld down at the 'puter again. I got Creative Commons licenses for both ANGRY BEEF and thisischris.com.
It makes things a lot simpler, legally speaking. I ate the rest of the bacon and took my pills (although I'd forgotten to take them with my Hot Pockets—let's hope I don't die) and went to bed on the couch finally around 12:30, but Big O was on the TV (the first episode), so I had some trouble falling asleep. And then Cowboy Beebop came on and I had to watch that as well. Fantastico slept under the blanket with me, but I tossed and turned too much for her taste so she eventually left. And I eventually slept.
Oh, yeah! I finally added Real Life to my links page. It's a place I like to go to 'cause it takes like three seconds to read the comic. I just for some reason never had it as a link here at thisischris.com; only at www.ANGRYBEEF.com
