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.

So horribly bored tonight. Waiting to check out My Big Fat Greek Life premiere on TV.

Yesterday ws great. Spent most of it with Sandy and chateau de Harrison. Eating, chatting, caffiene-charging - not necessarily in that order. Ended the day covering myself with animals at Sandy & Chaz place. Young children and furry animals dig me.

Tomorrow the doctor looks at the arm again and Thursday I get to find out if I have a legitimate complaint or if I'm just a bit of a hypochodriac. I just want to know what's up.

Went to see Keith and the Satellites at the EARL. The evening ended up being like a highschool reunion. Chaz said he never saw so many people he thought were dead. The show as wonderfully fun. Many many hugs and kisses from old rockers I know and haven't seen in years. Little Sister got really tipsy in her black dress, twirling about on an unsteady axis. LL was there but looking kinda beat - I'm sure she had a long wifey weekend - hardly recognized her at first. Then again I see her rarely and her hair changes every time.

It was so incredibly smokey in the place I spent all of the next day recovering, my eyes and throat still burning even though I showered as soon as I got in. Now I remember why I don't go to bars much.

Today I'll be getting together with girlfriends and getting moral adjustments. Should be a very good day.

Went to the doctor today and once again showed him the arm, which seems to have gotten worse recently. This time he took notice, asked me how long I've notice the changes, and brought in his older partner to look at it as well. Then they both scratched their heads and admitted something odd was happening but they didn't have a clue what it could be.

Last night my place smelled like cooked meat again. I knocked on the downstairs neighbor's door and begged him to open a window and the kitchen door when he cooked to keep the steam and smoke from building up inside the window. I don't see how he can stand it. The inside of his kitchen is as pungent as smelling salts. He's feeling persecuted by me now, according to Donna. So I came back with roses for the dinner he was preparing as a small offering of goodwill. He still didn't vent his kitchen. I still phoned his landlord to try to ask her to fix his vents.

For the Buford Highway restaurant crawl last we night we backtracked a bit. Because the two who will not eat raw fish were absent, we went to Toyo Taya buffet. Left with a belly full of fish and a bit a sake. Yum.

It's been a day of recovery and falling woefully behind schedule on everything I've done. Still, it hasn't been a bad day. In fact, it's been pretty good. I spent the morning with Aziz and Lisa having coffee & leftovers, cleaning up after the party last night. I was up quite late and then woke up, as usual, with the sun around 9 a.m.

Did a massive laundry run to clean large things - my bathrugs, my comforter and blankets, in an effort to deodorize things. Something smells burnt now. Is it my bedroom or did I sit too close to one of the several dozen tealights burning last night? With all the horrible cooking smells seeping into my bedroom from the apartment downstairs, it's hard to determine the source of anything now. I want a sweet smelling home again.

Tried to take a nap late in the day after the Laundry Lounge, but wasn't too successfull. Laid in a semi-coma doze for a couple of hours and then got up to get ready and go to Eyedrum to see Clark and Nathan's performance. Afterwards, ended up going to a wonderful warehouse art show just down the street. Mostly student work but a big show in a large space. Big crowd of beautiful creative people and their work. Several video installations, painting, sculpture, photography and live music. Felt very fortunate to have stumbled upon it by virtue of running into friends at Eyedrum who stay informed.

To day was spend mostly plotting and scheming with a small pack of pedestrian wolves. Should be fun this weekend - and the plans laid should create a busy week for me.
:)

It's wet and cold tonight. Not so much icey temperatures as that damp sorta chill that seeps into the bones nearly to the marrow. Nothing seems to be warming.

Maybe I need a cozy fire and a warm man. Maybe I need more blood in my veins.