My juror number wasn't called for next Monday. I know it's un-American of me, but it's a relief. I have a zillion things to tie up before the end of the reporting period. I don't mind going any other day of the week. I could use the break from typing. I can't say I'm looking forward to it, though. Hanging around the Santa Clara Superior Courthouse is bound to be tedious. Unless it's a murder case. If it's a murder trial I will have to be very clear that I am 100 percent against the death penalty. I'm also against the Three Strikes rules, vehemently.
I am apparently mentioned in the October issue of Personal Journaling, published by the much better known Writer's Digest. I found this out by reading The Book of Rob who was not only mentioned but got his logo displayed in the article about online diarists. Validation, Rob! Now those midgets will have to worship you as the god you are. Naturally, I'll have to go to a bookshop tomorrow and try to find the thing. I sincerely hope they mention Aries Moon and not just Archipelago.
Found a marvelous house, huge backyard, tons of character, great neighborhood, and in our price range. Unfortunately, we would have had to sink about $10,000 into getting the dry rot taken care of, fumigation for termite infestation, replacing the chimney completely, and getting the foundation straightened. We passed. I don't mind a bit of cosmetic yuck, like pink walls or dreadful seventies fake wood paneling, but I'm not going to take on a major renovation. I'm a bit sorry about the yard, though. It had wonderful possibilities.
Half of my bulbs have arrived, the ones from Park Seed. I have a box full of 90 scilla, tulips, and narcissus waiting to be planted tomorrow. I am worried by some of the descriptions; I'm sure the Sapporo tulips aren't supposed to be white, nor are the Mt. Hood narcissus. Gardening is apparently an inexact art. At any rate, I have pots, and dirt, but lack something called bulb food, so must visit the garden center and plumb the mysteries of fertilizers and feeding. Do you realize I haven't been to the garden center since July? It's true. I've exerted great discipline in staying away. But now I actually need to go, and I don't think I'll be tempted to get any new plants. I'm still demoralized by Dixie's last garden rampage.
In the Living Dangerously category, I have daringly purchased my tickets for a convention I plan to attend in March. The danger comes in because I can't actually ask for the day off for another three months (everyone bids according to seniority on the first work day of the new year). Temptation overcame me. It was the same day I had off last year, and no one much cared about that weekend. The fare was almost half of what it usually is so I could not resist. I also booked my hotel room. I've already bought my membership, so I've committed to vacation plans before actually getting the time off, and an entire five months in advance to boot. Feel the adrenaline rush!
All right, I know I'm pathetic, thanks.
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