I thought about changing the look of this thing and then promptly found the prospect far too daunting at this point in time.

I moved dirt...a lot of dirt...today in an effort to somewhat level the backyard into some semblence of flatness. Not my idea of fun. I'm beat and we're in the midst of cleaning/reorganizing in the usual frantic manner before having people over, as my Dad and a couple we're friends with are coming over on Memorial Day. I have a paper to finish, it's not happening right now. Life, otherwise, has ocsillated between chaotic and uneventful. Christa graduated with her Masters, work has been the usual fun...in short, long periods of boredom intersped with brief moments of crisis.

I'm taking one summer class. I've gotten nothing done around the house with any semblence of regularity. Part of the reason for frantic cleaning and my day being spent playing catch with the yard. The dirt, actually, was an unexpected solution to the whole mess that is the back yard as the neighbors are doing their garage driveway and the guy doing it didn't want to deal with the dirt.


Continued whining, yadda yadda yadda...like everything, needs more cowbell!