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My bed showed up!  The trucker specializes in Victoria / Vancouver so maybe he can assist us in getting stuff back from Victoria, namely, pinballs.

Now I have to assemble the sumbitch.  But tonight, I sleep OFF THE FLOOR, which is a wondrous thing.

Peggy came by and traded organic raspberries for salmon paté.

Now for a poetry break.  I wrote this in 1989:

Abundance

Cantaloupes block the doors open
there is an orange in the mirror

cherries lurk in the crisper
bananas curl up in a basket

pears loll on the dining room table
I found four peach pits in the sink
leftover raspberries and cream on the counter

chocolate fondue burbles in the bathroom

the pineapple is waist deep in apricots

I caught her eating blueberries in bed
courageous woman, all her sheets are white
& summer is a stain of every colour

I took the kids to Harry Potter VI and to Red Robin afterwards for eats, and Paul met us there, and apart from working on two songs and breaking down some boxes I didn’t do a damned thing.  Today I am going to wait for my new bed to be delivered and then I am going to see Peggy as she comes to collect her share of the smoked salmon paté.  Whatever I do I’d better buckle down and actually do some WORK.

This is so cool.

But I found it pretty funny,

And it works in traffic, too.

Let’s see.

Katie helped me find my bedroom floor on the weekend.  Me happy.

I have finished another song “The weekend’s over” which I wrote for ScaryClown’s birthday three years ago.  I even learned how to use the ‘repeat’ notation in Songwriter, woo hoo.

Jeff hung the clothesline, which should save some money on electricity this year.  Still loving my compost bucket.

Gizmo got sprayed by a skunk this past weekend.  Freaked the hell out of me; he was on the back deck foaming at the mouth when I realized something had gone Terribly Awry; he still smells terrible and we’ll have to wash him and his bedding repeatedly, but at least the whole house doesn’t smell as bad as it did yesterday.

Watched Terminator III, some more Civil War, and a whole bunch of How The West Was Won yesterday.

And further to my love of sunbathing…. Good news, everyone!

AND THIS IS KEVIN’S RESPONSE:

Allegra

It is an honour to serve you

Wishing you a happy and healthy summer

Kevin

Please allow me to provide some encouragement for your important work and to convey my regards to you and your staff as you continue to make available to the people of Canada facts and data about government expenditures and the Canadian economy.  The press is reporting that both the Liberals and the Conservatives think you’re a pain in the cheeks and that can only mean one thing…. You’re doing your job.

With respect and admiration,

Allegra Sloman
Burnaby BC

Who loaned me Ceedo on a white Lexar thumbdrive?  Now I have to send emails out, grump grump.  I know it’s not mine and somebody is probably annoyed with me right now because I haven’t given it back.

Marylke and Bareld’s meal was of uniform excellence in setting, food, company and weather.  Stupendous.

The cats are all acting nutty, especially the Giz.

I gave up on Grieg – and got Give Me Five, Give Me Ten done in 1 hour flat.  Then Alex and Darwin (and his IMMENSE font of charm, appetite and ENERGY) came for a visit and we played in the park and it was merveilleux.  Later today I’ll wander over to Planet Bachelor and Paul and I will go to an Indonesian dinner at Bareld and Marylke’s.  (Fellow churchgoers… and it’s somebody’s 50th b day so I will have to ensure I have a proper card for the occasion.) Keith and Jeff will probably get together to replay campaigns or kill zombies or such like.

The weather is of unexcelled glory, the expression on Gizmo’s face the first time he saw Darwin was priceless, and all is as it should be, most wonderfully.

I can haz video of Darwin playing with a three and a half year old girl although darn, I missed filming him getting his face licked by a very sweet and gentle Jack Russell terrier in the park (that was so funny).  When your kids are old enough to drink and be cynical with, how fast we forget their marvellous baby playfulness and those mischievous grins.

From the Chattanooga Pulse.

birthingway (her LJ name) GAVE me a perfectly fine gas mower, so that potentially expensive matter has been put to rest.  We had a lovely visit.  I had previously advised her to put one of her kids in Purpose School, so this is my karma coming back at me… I hope.  I also did a small shop that turned into 129 dollars, but $20 of that was maple syrup, which has gotten quite expensive, and another $10 was butter, and another $10 was cheese, so these things add up.  Also, how did I end up with two kinds bacon in my hamper?  Oh well, I got flour, which I CANNOT run out of because then we no can haz wofls.  And waffles, candidly, are like currency around here.

Not much done on creative projects today except a tiny bit on Grieg, and a tiny bit on the atheist liturgy, but any day that includes saving $200 on a mower can’t be a toetle loss.  I also did the minimum daily walk – I walked back from Highgate and got pappadums and picture hangers (how gloriously and alliteratively Vancouver!) I am trying to get the strength together to get going to Kopper’s show tonight but my innards are warring with me.

Don’t I look like an elf barfed on me?

Zeek! has crossed the Rainbow Bridge.  Paul buried him in the back yard next to Bounce.  Hell of a birthday present for Keith, who seems philosophical about it.