Pride

I’m off to Pride for 11:30. Mike came over last night; we swapped bodywork and drank beer and my shoulders FINALLY feel good enough to hold a banner for however many hours we have to for the parade.  The rest of my back is also so much better, but I am very much hoping I don’t have to carry for the whole three hours.  Somewhere around here is the “Queen’s Fluffiest Pillow” t-shirt Keith designed and had made for me.  It’s amazing how good life can be when your kids grow up and get money and start buying you little gifties.  I am still stunned that he did that for me.

The new downstairs tenants didn’t stop running the dryer until midnight last night. The buzzer went off under my head just as I was dropping off to sleep.  I will have to go have a firm and pleasant chat.

Not much to report

Apparently I’m supposed to meet the new downstairs tenant or tenants today.  One of the cats, presumably Gizmo, threw up all over the back deck.  One can appreciate just how boring things are from the notion that this would be newsworthy.

A friend of mine is getting married and has asked me to come up with the wording on the gift that will be given to each guest.  After the wedding I will reveal why this is extremely funny.  In the meantime I’m cudgelling my brains for something which will have the right ‘flavour’.