Irony

Today is the Real Independence Day... I have owned my house for exactly eleven years now. I was out on the porch the other night having a cigarette and missed the flowerpot into which butts go. I was going to pick it up, then thought, scruit, it's my porch, I'll pick it up tomorrow!

And I did.

Suzanne's 43rd birthday was yesterday... I got her a really nice black dress (I'd post a picture, but the only pictures I have of it so far are camera-phone and they're crappy) and shoes to match, so now we have an excuse to go out. She says when she gets a job we can go to New York and celebrate. This dress is definitely a New York-summer-evening sort of thing.

And then we made dinner and sat around listening to it rain.

It's done that a lot this week, and is continuing even now. That has hosed my plan to repair the mower deck on the orange tractor, and in any case the parts place had the needed shaft and bearing, but not the bolt that actually attaches the blade. Must be something weird about it, but they had to special-order it.

I have been quite tired this week... sleeping way too long. I refuse to consider taking the Ambien again after all the weird stuff it did to me, so I guess I'll just... be tired. Eventually I'll put up a page warning people away from zolpidem (Ambien is one of its trade names) but just don't have the energy to do it right now.

Somehow that's ironic.