Hmm, well, yesterday, 7/5/13.  Sit with Gretsch, "Petite waltz", hour or more, put thing away, getting nowhere that I want to go.  Walk around lawn, disgusting.  Buy weedeater, go around house, ruthless!  Don't know what it was, it ain't now.  Ivy growing behind garage, time to get to it, wish it would die.  Trumpet vine, cut off for the umpteenth time, it's a stinking weed that invades everyplace.  Come in, sit with Epiphone Les Paul clone, what in hell did I buy this screecher for?  Old fashioned rose in front of the house is begging for a trellis, sorry, with my eyes going bad, no way am I going to get my fingers near fast turning sharp things.  Order chinese for supper, then to computer, load Roxie, really getting to like that figure, super job.  Use the fitting room to put some Kate clothing on her, looks pretty good, good enough for my purposes. 

Brother in law's rock collection behind garage, he knew what it was, he's gone for ten years now, time for rocks to go away.  Turks cap lillies, time for them to go away, unruly mess now.  BIngo!  New weedeater, shouldn't take ten minutes to eliminate them and keep it cut down through the summer, maybe they won't come back up next year. 

Or maybe I'll just go play with Roxie again.  Got a couple of overstuffed chairs that need to leave, might haul them to the alley and wait for our privatized trash collection to pick them up, privatization very bad idea, doesn't work,  Should pull 35 year old organ off the porch, strip out the gold plated contact wires and scrap it, powersupply belly up.  Could fix it, only needs filter caps and rectifiers, but hands don't work like they once did, don't know what I'd fix it for.

I hate long weekends.

 

Doric.

The "I" in Doric is Silent.