Someone I know was writing about not having anything to write about here, in anticipation of having to make an entry for 7 days in a row. After I read that, I thought about all sorts of things to write about. Here is what I came up with:
--Lemons. You could easily write a few paragraphs about lemons.
--An interesting movie you saw once.
--Three things about poop. No one ever writes about poop, so you'd probably have it all to yourself.
--When you first became aware of Bob Dylan.
--A random memory from childhood.
--A letter you wished you had never sent.
--Some benign thing that no one knows about you
See? Piece of cake!
The annual picture from my Second Life friends group. We still meet every week to listen to music and hang out for a bit. I played a Halloween set and we had a good time. I'm the Frankenstein with pimp hat in the picture.
True to my prediction, I went to bed early last night and got up at 4 am with Malida this morning. After she left, I puttered around the house a bit before going in to the office at about 5. I got everything on my list done by 10, and took off for the rest of the day. I took my car to be washed, turned in our ballots, mailed some stuff, and came home and had a nice lunch.
After my afternoon nap, I went out in the back yard and started cleaning up the yard. I pulled out Malida's tomato plants, which had pretty much taken over. I trimmed the lemon tree. I noted that my mandarin orange tree is bursting with fruit.
I got an email from the photo department at school that the student show will be hung this Friday. I am looking forward to seeing my stuff up there, and seeing what everyone else has submitted. They will have an opening reception the following Friday, and I will go and take some pictures. It has been about 10 years since I have had anything in a photo show, so I'm excited.
One more from our trip a few weeks ago up to the eastern Sierras. It reminds me of one of those old beer ads. It's the water.
Three things about poop:
1. It stinks.
2. Everyone does it.
3. Every nurse has at least one poop story that would stand your hair on end, unless you are a nurse.