A Nice Little Sunday
I'm sitting here with the sun pouring in, with the smell of beans cooking, sipping iced tea and reading a southern novelist. All of these things remind me intensely of my maternal grandparents, who passed away years ago. But it's making for a very nice little Sunday. I even went to Home Depot, to try and replace my toilet flap valve and a lock on my back door. Both efforts, as it turns out, require a 2nd set of hands (in the case of the toilet, a 2nd set of hands attached to arms much stronger than mine to turn the damn water supply off). So instead I've cooked all day, read the paper, and am now liesurely enjoying a novel. I haven't done anything this slow-paced in a while, and it's pretty great.
The rest of the weekend was lovely; Friday night efforts to go see Dr. Dog were squashed by the fact that it sold out at 8:15. WTF. Does anybody know what time Iota actually opens doors to start selling tickets? Everyone I know that tried to go (Ezra, Catherine, Julia, Mitchell, Kale) to the show did not get in. But as a result, we all ended up at Galaxy Hut having a lovely evening over pitchers and tater tots.
Saturday the rains came, and so did my old, wonderful friend Kenley's wedding. It was a bit of a mess getting there, but everything turned out great. They say rain on your wedding day brings good luck (not irony), so I'm sure Kenley & Jean will have years of happiness to come.
OK, back to my relaxing afternoon of not being on the internet.