My Tiki book arrived right before I went to Las Vegas. I have examined it carefully and become completely inspired to turn my back yard into a Tiki shrine. In deference to John, who possibly does not wish to be someone whose back yard is a Tiki shrine, I will restrain myself and turn only a corner of it into a center of exotica and tropical splendor. Specifically, the corner which is shaded much of the day and has bamboo growing through the fence where the neighbor failed to dig it up before building a shed up against their side of the fence. It has established itself in that two inch space and cannot be eradicated until the shed is torn down. It invades my yard so I might as well make use of it and use it as a backdrop. The rustling bamboo leaves will be most appropriate.
I got my Oceanography mid-term back on Thursday. Despite missing a distressing number of questions (17) I did much better than the class average (32). Each question was worth only half a point so I didn't tank. In fact, I still have a chance to get an A for the course if I do at least as well on the final as I've done so far. I intend to study much, much harder next time.
Trish Homis and I had French comfort food Friday night at Left Bank in Menlo Park. I had onion and leek tart, roast chicken, garlic mashed potatos, and caesar salad for dinner. Doesn't that make you salivate? It should, it was delicious.
The weather is astoundingly good now. It's been sunny and hot all week. I have a farmer's tan from working in my garden. Or maybe it's from spending two hours at the nursery choosing plants. Either way it's the first local tan of the season. I'm pretty happy about that. I just want to soak the sun up until I glow. A dry heat is a healing sensation, wrapping around the body firmly, leaching out the heartache and tumult.
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