Tomorrow I take the car (which at the moment can only turn right) in a cunningly planned foray through New Westminster; then I’ll drop it off at the krankenhaus and with any luck, I’ll have a plated, functioning, air-cared vehicle – my first in my whole life. My dad gave me a car once, but due to a miscommunication Paul registered it in his own name, which I didn’t actually think was legal and squawked about like a sad old hen at the time. So, technically, this will be the first car ever that’s registered in my own name. I’m 51, and I’m an idiot for buying a car, but when the thing you hate most about your job is not the job but the commute by bus, a car seems like a necessity. Also, ROAD TRIPS. Also WRECK BEACH. Also, going to the Island to visit relllies, and not just my parents. Yes, I’m going to put major miles on that puppy this summer.
My mother is still slowly working her way through the ancestral diaries. Henry Wake was a fascinating critter, and I’ll be really happy when all of his diaries are where I can easily peruse them.
Keith is over, and as soon as he’s finished with a boss fight in Arkham Asylum, we’re going to watch Deadwood (me for the nth time) and then I’m going to cook him a pork chomp dinner. Jeff’s on the Island.
I’ve put the new song in Songwriter. So I actually did something creative this weekend. John would be pleased.
