Sunday, April 22Gena and Chuck up this weekend, leading to bowling with Scott and Lynn. Scott kicked all our butts, and I guttered a lot. Afterwards, we journeyed to Guisseppes, which serves the best pizza in the country. No, don't argue with me. We were the large, boisterous table, laughing loudly, something I didn't event do as a teenager. Today was more pulling of ivy from the garden. Last year's removal project seems to have been successful. There's little ivy in the front garden, and I've moved onto the side yard. With every pull, jerk and tug, I think, "What kind of idiot plants ivy?" With every yank, I think, "Damn idiot previous owners." Three bags today, one last weekend, and still bags and bags of the stuff. In fact, it's grown under the patio by the back door, and have destroyed the retaining wall and undermined the soil. In other words, the back patio has a big, gaping hole underneath it. In good news, the daffies are almost all out, the tulips have started, the ferns and hostas survived the winter, and the little pink bulbs are popping up, and I didn't mistake them for weeds. And the lettuces have sprouted. The garden smells wonderful, and I had the first aftgernoon of reading. In the week: not much. Jorj is purchasing his fifth modem for his lastest project -- or the latest phase of the master plan to replace every piece of consumer electronics with a Linux box of some sort. Four modems have gone back to the local stores, and he is now perusing eBay and Buy.com. What I'm reading
What I'm listening toVery loudly, through the living room windows, while I work in the garden.
The Vegas listTo take with
To get ready
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