Woohoo! Memorial Day Weekend is upon us. That means Rolling Thunder is in town. And just in case I’d forgotten (which I actually did for a moment) several of them just went roaring past my place.
Since I haven’t been invited to any barbecues or parties, I could happily stay inside all weekend. But instead I’ve going made plans to get out and about each day. Saturday the condo folks are hosting “coffee by the pool,” which I really enjoy—when I remember to go. They don’t do it every weekend, so it’s not like it can become a habit. And then I’ll pop over to the library. My books are a few days overdue, and it’s time to pick up some new reading material. I’m thinking I ought to try a Sherlock Holmes mystery. As I recall, there’s only one I’ve ever read.
Sunday I’m taking the car to the car wash. For some reason, my car has become a poop magnet. Last week a bird pooped blueberries on the hood. And today, when I got in it after work, there was poop on the passenger window. And I’d purposely parked in the open, away from the bushes and the trees, just so that wouldn’t happen. Stupid nature.
I was thinking Monday I’d stop by Sears to look at refrigerators and ranges. But the crossbar on my computer chair (which is actually a really, really old folding chair) just broke off. I’ve been planning on getting a new chair for, oh, about eight years now. Guess I’ve procrastinated long enough, huh.
How about the Law & Order finale? Just in case Francesca hasn’t seen it yet…
Jack McCoy had only a couple lines. But they were mighty fine, Jack McCoy-defining lines. Anita Van Buren didn’t make Capt. But she did get to live. And marry Ernie Hudson. Apparently in the post-Rey Curtis days, she lost a husband and 2 sons. (Perhaps I would have known that had I known Rey was going to make a guest appearance at some point.) So, she’s been battling (cervical?) cancer. I say hooray, because it gave S. Epatha Merkerson a chance to show her formidable acting chops. And the ending was wonderfully appropriate. Good job, show!