Jeff and I emptied out the last storage locker (saving $1200 a year) and did a bit of a shop. The Commercial Drive Can Car truck rattled and squeaked like what it is, the highest mileage car in the fleet, and when I got to our place the s.o.b. wouldn’t start again; sounds like the starter motor is going. The third time I fired up I got lucky and while it was running I called the office and gave them my sad tale. Then I scooted back to drop it off and then Jeff got me and we went to Main St, where both of us realized that we’d forgotten John’s Jukes is closed on Mondays so no rubber bumpers for us. As a consolation prize I went to Kam’s and got egg tarts and red bean pastries (best I have ever eaten). Managed to get within eyeshot of Pulp Fiction without buying anything.
So now of course, after finding a home for all our furniture, books, etc we have to squeeze down again. I’m considering buying shelving to put in the guest room, it being the last place I can think of in the house that has anything resembling room.
Keith came over yesterday and we had another Homicide fest. I LOVE that show, there has been one lame episode in five seasons so far and even the lamest episode has something to recommend it. Also, it’s funny seeing Michelle Forbes (who plays the massively loathesome Marianne in True Blood) before she got her teeth redone and playing an intelligent and likeable (albeit buggo) character. She has one of the best voices in TV.
I also worked away on “Wish it was Mine” which is one of my fave songs of mine, just because it’s so passionate about the ways in which men and women are always misunderstanding each other, and yet is so very short. Brevity is one of the things I like best in my own work; even if you hate it, it will be over soon.
Katie is coming over or I’m going down to New West at some point today.