I just spent another Saturday night with Ralph Fiennes and Africa. Sometimes it’s The English Patient, and sometimes it’s The Constant Gardener, but it seems to fit, often enough.
It was an OK day! I woke up early (for a Saturday), around 7. Coffee, dog-walking, cleaned up a bit here and there. The Wallpaper Man came and hung my wallpaper in the dining room (only 18 months since the room has been done) and completed the finishing work on the replacement back door (only…14 months lag on that). My dining room is ready for guests!
Little things make me happy 
sometimes!
What else, this week…the Punk Rock Boy™ came over for a rather good beef stew the other day. We had a nice evening.
I got square with the Tax Man over a few anomalies. That’s a relief. Not that I was feeling like Al Capone or anything.
My little wee iBook has periodic convulsions that do not make me happy, and I’m trying hard not to spend vacation money on a new MacBook (no, not the Air, it’s not really a useful second machine for me. I’m looking at a small MacBook that I can easily travel with and watch movies on and such.). You know, someone wins the lottery basically once each week, I don’t know why I can’t be numbered among those chosen! it’s not like I’m not buying the tickets…
Enzo needs service, and I need to remember this at a time when I can call the Vespa people, since my other option seems to be an option no longer. (OH THE DRAMA. NEVER MIND.)
Not much else springs to mind, other than the fact that I’ve eaten breakfast for dinner (no, not toothpaste) twice in a row, and I like that. Also, at this very moment, Choobie is having some very exciting dream, and squealing in his sleep, bless his little heart. He makes much more noise asleep than awake, Mysterious Dog that he is.
Enjoy your weekend!