Book Pimp

What a relief! I'm not the only person who messes with the books on the shelves in bookstores to favor the work of authors I know...

Whole Lotta Lei

The pink jasmine outside our kitchen window is in its annual Spring frenzy of fragrant white stars, and this morning I finally got off my hinder and picked some blossoms to string leis. Occasion? None, really...although some friends are coming over to go out to the local Indian Restaurant with us tonight, and since it's probably our last "date" with them for awhile I guess that's as good an excuse as any to "put on the dog".
Eric the Red (aka "The Large") believes that ladders are built for two. He also enjoys crunchy baskets as a way of adding extra fiber to his diet.
The finished product: a box of four long, smelly white leis sitting in the fridge. I feel so artistic...now it's back to packing...

A Silver Lining for Every Cloud...sort of

First, the bad news: we just found out that someone we once trusted stole over two grand from us several years ago...totally weird and creepy. The mysterious missing funds are now explained, but in an unfortunately sad way.

Now the great news: The wedding invites for Gordo's #1 kid just came in the mail! Yay! Funny how little pieces of paper make things "official". It's a western culture thing, I guess. Asians just laugh at our obsession with getting things in black & white. When I lived in Japan a buddy of mine there told me about going to see "Little Mermaid" (yes, this was a few years ago) and how the Tokyo audience roared with laughter when Ariel signed the contract with the Sea Witch...you know, like it's a big deal or something (stupid gaijin).

Hm, that puts me again in mind of the person who stole from us for some reason. Feh...enough with the negative waves already, I hear wedding bells. Luckily, Liz is cool and I don't have to get her anything from here.

The Dumpster is Full

Here we go; it's major moving & mucking time...and all Gimli can do to help is play tree monkey. Let's just say I've never had to "rescue" him from a tree. If I believed in reincarnation (which I don't), I'd have to guess he'd been a squirrel or monkey in a previous life.

Weekend Warriors

Spent another day in sporting mode: horses and guns! Charge (literally)! Pictured: firing a flintlock carbine from horseback (as you can see, the horse is totally spooked...not.) Not pictured: "running at the heads" or "flailing at cabbages spiked on poles as you canter by". I actually hit one or two but felt like a weenie most of the time; dang sword was getting the better of my unconditioned wrist.

So what if only a few cavalry turned out, we still rode rings around the infantry...
The studly fellow on the right (in wide hat and leggings) is me in "Squire Bob" mode. (That's also "Bob" second from the left above)

View from a Saddle

Got the bread baked yesterday...carted it to the "schola" early this AM. Spent the day looking at the world over a shaggy horse's head. I'm tired...and tomorrow will be more of the same. I actually hit the quintain at a canter today, so that made me happy!
Here's Gordon conditioning the horses to the smell of a just-fired wheel-lock pistol. Remember: real sports involve horses and/or weapons, everything else is just kids' games.