We are almost to Houston. I woke up earlier to find that hubby did not know that you don't go through Austin to get to Houston.

I will not kill him.

This weekend? I have the boy all weekend when I was hoping to sleep as much as possible. Not that I don't love having him around, I was just looking forward to some quiet time with no one else around.

Instead there is karate group class and then a demo over at the Denver Convention Center. There will be house cleaning and some work. And I'm still determined to work in as much sleep as possible.

So in the ongoing saga of my crazy ex-BF, her disappearance from the wedding: I checked one of my email accounts that I never use yesterday, and there was an email from CEBF, written during the time of the wedding dinner. She said how she thinks of me warmly, and how I appear in her dreams all the time, and through her many years of Jungian analysis, she knows that I am a positive symbol in her dreams.

She did not mention once why she bailed on the wedding.

The polite me feels I should respond, but I really don't know what to say. I was glad we could have a pleasant exchange ove the weekend, but really don't want to open the door and let her back in my life.

Much NO MORE DRAMA for your brother, amyth. That's freaky.

Sue, I'd keep her at a safe distance.

I think the pleasant exchange already fulfills any obligation to politely respond you might have. You're done.

Much good resolution~ma to your brother, amyth.

So what are people doing this weekend?

I have a flying club field trip tomorrow. We're flying from Sanford, NC, to Hickory, NC, to visit an aviation museum of some sort. And then we're going to Charlotte for a different one. I didn't really pay attention to the details, as my main goal is to spend a goodly chunk of Saturday flying around the state in a small plane. I won't be doing the flying, but it should still be fun. We'll be taking a Mooney M20J, one of the club's few retractable-gear planes.

6 more spindles stripped. I was all congratulatory that these went faster, but then, half were already half to a quarter done. Duh. Now they get harder to do.

I really need to start on detail work and the stain soon.

I hope I'm still swimming when I am 90, should I make it to 90: [link]

Home!

Hot second turned into a cool hour. I just couldn't work out when to leave. And my boss gave me serious puppy dog eyes when I finally did.

Not being able to hang out last minute on a Friday night isn't weird, is it? For whatever reason?

He cornered me into a conversation about my art. So not on my list of stuff to share with co-workers. But I was completely frank (and insecure) with him. He was very earnest.

A lot of my high school friends are going to the shore this weekend, for one last weekend before summer is over, and they're all posting on facebook which Jersey Shore cast people they saw at which clubs. It's simultaneously hilarious and horrifying.