Homer'sWorld

Today was one of those mediocre days. I did yardwork. I took Mummy to an Indian restaurant (if she doesn't like something she says, "Well, it is interesting"). We went to Michael's to buy some prizes for next Saturday's Egg Hunt party. Back at home I discover cat puke on the bedspread. I do laundry. I do dishes. I do some weeding around the big cactus and a thorn pokes me through my glove, the finger bleeds. I work on my genealogy book, finishing the families whose surnames begin with K. I delete 200 emails from my email program. Now I am trying to think what to make for dinner.

I'm sad for a couple of reasons. A good friend is leaving town for Mexico. I went out last night to say goodbye, and although I am really happy for him, the selfish part of me will miss him. The other causal factor for sadness is my broken record.

Plane tickets are so cheap right now. Who knows, perhaps a trip in the near future.