Week End

This weekend went by quickly but it seems that a lot happened.

My camera is busted, number one. It was in it's case, in my bag, in my house. I picked up my man-purse (I refuse to say "murse") and it slipped out of my hand, falling at most from just below my hip to the floor. And I ain't tall. Later that night I try to turn her on and she won't. The only thing that happens is the flash dealy pops up. No happy green "I'm On" LED. No whir o' the lens. Nothing. I charged the battery all night just in cast it didn't have enough juice, but no. Alas, my camera is dead. Looks like I'm going to be a dedicated Polaroid shutterbug now. I don't even know any camera repair shops.

I met my grandpa's Danish cousin. From Denmark. He's not a pastry. I don't think. His name is Frank and his wife's name is Oola. I know someone in real life named Oola! They're a cute couple. She has short silver hair and glasses, and has a hard time speaking English although she understands it. Frank speaks English pretty well; once in a while he uses a weird phrase but you still get the point. Like, "How many hours do you use flying from Idaho?"

We eat at Outback Steakhouse. We eat there a lot. I order the only pasta dish on the entire menu and ask for it vegetarian. My grandpa makes this face and then kind of looks away. He always forgets, I think. Not only does the pasta come with two different kinds of pork (the ninja of meat) but also chicken. The waitress forgets this and only says no pork to the chefs.

It's okay; I eat around the strips of bird and when I'm nearly done she comes back with another plate sans-flesh and apologizes. She's vegetarian too and had them make another one when she realized. I have dinner in my fridge! And junk in my trunk, but that's another story.

My dining room is full of boxes set for storage. Saturday The H's came and packed up everything that wasn't mine into three piles: Take, Storage, and Donate. Take and Donate have left town. Storage is hanging out a bit. Patches of walls seem so white now. Favorite dishes are gone. All day Sunday I was going, "Oh, yeah." as I opened doors and cupboards.

The place does feel less cluttered, though. Once I go through the purging process I'm sure my apartment will seem big and simple again. I need to get rid of a lot of stuff. That shit accumulates so easily. Books I'll never read again, knick-knacks, old computer hardware. Time to simplify. It will feel good.

On Sunday I took a two hour nap on accident. I had been up late and gotten up early to help see Donate off. I ate some oatmeal hoping the maple-y goodness would wake me up and fell asleep to stupid Sunday morning cartoons instead. I came halfway awake once and saw my dogs laying in a patch of sunlight on the floor together. Who was I to argue with the chosen Buchta Apartment Activity of the Day? Two to one, after all.

Pan's Labyrinth was good. I like Guillermo del Toro and the story wasn't just a fantasy story. I wouldn't even classify it as fantasy, really. I liked the visual style and I really enjoyed the faun. Even though he didn't really do anything I still never fully trusted him. That Pale Man with the eyes in his hands scared me! The whole theatre was squirming during that part.

Okay, I think that's good. I should get back to woik.

- David

It's more than rain.