OK...the cat can "be let out of the bag" now...hardy, har har.
For those of you who read this blog and would be interested, I'd begun a new blog about two months ago dedicated to our new house. If you're interested, email me privately. I'd post the link here, but I don't want the connection to be that simple, just for safety's sake. I've been updating it a little more frequently, but with a house blog, it's a little different, as something doesn't really happen everyday. But it does have a link to my Flickr page, which only has a couple gardening shots up at the moment.
So, yeah, just let me know...I'm not abandoning this blog. Just keeping all the house stuff over there.
In other news, I completely and totally was really bummed on Friday, because on Thursday, as difficult as it is for one person out of 10 on a team to do, I single-handedly cost my softball team a win. I made about 4 errors at shortstop, accounting for about 4 runs, and got picked off at first on a looping fly ball to the second baseman. We lost the game 5-2, against the first-place team. Furthermore, I knew I faced a really tough day at work. I ended up bringing work home to do today...more on that in a minute...
Yesterday was Eddie's graduation party...fun with family. Lots of fun...mockery, big talk, reminiscing about a time (apparently--I have no memory of this specific incident) when my father stepped in front of me because I was going to push her. Now, I don't really remember that. I remember when my brother and I were about to go at it, big time and my dad walked in and told us to shut up; I remember when my brother picked up a knife and threatened to stab me with it; I remember throwing a book across the kitchen in a fit of rage because my mom wouldn't let me go out and it nearly hitting my dad in the head as he entered the room; and I remember throwing my glasses and breaking the windowshade in my bedroom. But I don't remember ever physically advancing on either of my parents in that way. Maybe my dad remembers, maybe he mixed up the facts, maybe he was dead wrong. I don't know. But now, it bothers me a little...I have a very good memory, and I'd most definitely remember that. But I don't. I mean, if I did it, I'd feel shitty, and I think that's why I *want* to remember...so that I can apologize, because I'm sure as a bratty kid/teenager, I never apologized. But, alas, I can't remember. Oh well...
It was still a phenomenal time yesterday...I drank too much, and so did my brother, dad and relatives, and we all had our wives to take us home. Thankfully.
Today, I got some much-needed sleep...slept into the afternoon. I needed it. Then I got up and started working. I have sooooo much stuff to write and about 150 minutes of interviews to transcribe/listen to, and then cram into about a 1,500- to 2,000-word story. That's going to be tough...if only I had about 10,000 words. :) But, it'll certainly be a fact-packed bonanza of a story, that's for sure.
Well, I didn't get as much work done as I wanted, but I made some headway, which is good. I'll still have to bust my ass tomorrow and the rest of this week though. Not looking forward to that, that's for sure. But it is what it is...I can't do much about it, now, can I? :)
