It's a busy weekend. Seems like there are too few things to do in too few hours. But I'm having fun even if I am somewhat overwhelmed.

Friday night I didn't make it out of the office in time to make it to the Artery performance. When I probably should have been sleeping I was hanging out with the musicians.

Saturday I managed to do most things on my list - 90% of what I had scheduled for myself.

Murray phoned and said he'd like to visit Atlanta in two weeks. I had to remind/inform him that Passover is two weeks from now and - perhaps - his family would like to have him around for that week. Funny that I have to remind him of these things. I'm starting to wonder about what medication he's on.

Today I'm having to give up one meeting to finish my other commitments for the weekend. Among other things, I'm going to a creative potluck with the theme "Food Disguised As Food". I'll be interested to see what others (who cook on a regular basis) come up with as a solution to that assignment.

Maybe we're paying old debts.


It occurs to me that, if we really are "freeing the Iraqi people" that is a point long overdue. It would be something we actually owe a certain part of the population there since the first gulf war when George Bush Sr. simultaneously encouraged the people to rebel and overthrow Saddam Hussien while giving his back certain weapons and the right to use them locally. That was a terrible abandonment by the U.S.


Then, of course, we didn't do a thing to make that right for years. Not until it was somehow in an economic interest perhaps.

Hurry Down Doomsday - The Bugs Are Taking Over

Yesterday morning, mosquitos swarmed in the parking lot of my building and aphids are covering my violas. I sprayed the aphids with soap and -- as for the mosquitos, I will try to avoid outdoor activities as much as possible this summer. Citronella candles are pretty and the smell is nostalgic to me, so I might invest in some soon.

Tired this morning. Running late. And yet, I still take a moment to write in this blog. Good things are lining up for the next two weekends and I hope I can arrange things in a way that lets me take it all in. Atlanta has a serious case of Spring fever at the moment. It's a good thing. I'm feeling fertile again for the first time in a long long while.

Crazy downstairs boy overturned some of my potted plants, leaving clumps of dirt on the steps and parking lot. Guess I won't be setting anything out downstairs or around the atrium this year.

Some kind of fight going on in crazy boy downstairs place. Donna has no fear of standing outside to see what's going on. Turns out it was the two brothers fighting. One had come over to the other not to frighten their mother. *sigh* If it had been anyone other than the two brothers fighting I would have phoned 911.

Gleefully sat and watched Elvis Costello hosting The Late Show last night. He was witty and thoroughly amusing. I taped the entire show sans commercials if anyone wants to see it later.

This week's restaurant crawl brought us to Korean Gardens. Because we lacked a large number of people this week, we both chose hot pots rather than the delights of the barbeque table with it's built in little grill. They brought us enough rice anddmarinated goodies before the meal to nearly fill us up before our volcanically hot bowls cooled enough to eat. There were plenty of leftovers for breakfast the next day.

I saw an odd thing tonight walking home: a small snake squirming on the driveway to my door. A real live moving snake in March. This is still officially winter and here's this cold-blooded animal I saw outside just 15 minutes ago.

Celebrating the dark underbelly again.

Finding renewed intrigue and interest within the male of the species.

Opening the door for despair? I don't know. I have hope. Must be fertile again.

Listening to Hanging on a Curtain by Morphine.