A Journal of Sorts

Saturday, 20 March 1999

The non-trip north

I'm surprised that Ed didn't get Daniel here last night -- that's one thing Ed rarely misses, a chance to be without offspring.

Tom isn't going to be able to go to the wedding with us because they are shorthanded at work. I've heard nothing but good about Chuck's wife-to-be so I'm looking forward to meeting her. I just hope there are some washing up places in the state park. As I recall, there are showers with HOT water. I've been so many places nearby that I tend to get them all mixed up with one another sometimes.

We watched a movie last night called There's Something About Mary. It was pretty stupid, but not as stupid as I hoped. I love watching those really bad movies with Tom because he laughs so hard. (Jason does too, but Jason is supposed to -- he's that age). Tom did have a few hysterical moments over some of the antics with a dog, but not nearly as much as when we watch those pet detective movies.

It is nearly noon. I've been calling Ed, but no answer. I wonder what they are up to and I'm a little worried. Ed said he was going to get Daniel here late, but when I told him that we weren't leaving until this morning, he indicated that things were under control. I guess we can just go to the wedding and set up camp after . .IF he ever gets here. I would hate to go without him.

I found another journal that I like -- a person named Mary. I fell in love with her peace signs, then her log home. She has a to-die-for clawfoot tub. I sent a picture of it to Tom.

Ok, now I feel pretty stupid. Daniel just walked in. He's been here all night and I didn't know it. He said he got here about 11:00PM after I'd gone to bed. I didn't see any of the usual signs of his inhabitance . .no shoes or other personal belongings laying around anywhere; my computer was still logged on to MY account instead of his. sheesh

So I go out to pull the van away from the garage door so I can open the back of it and load the tents and misc stuff and the darned thing has a dead battery! I left the radio on for a few days, I guess -- thats what I get for using the van as a lounge. I decided we would have to blow off the trip north (hopefully, Chuck will forgive me) and just deal with today another way.

I had requests for dinner tonight. Jason wanted pork chops and Daniel wanted mashed potatoes and that gravy stuff. (it is gravy, not gravy stuff), so Tom and I went to the grocery store and got the supplies. I set the table with the good dishes, place mats and cloth napkins and candles and we had a pork chop, potato and brocolli feast. As usual, Jason was disgusting to eat with. If his manners don't make you want to puke, his conversation does.

I haven't planted the potatoes yet. I hate to take up all the room in my little veggie garden with potatoes when I still have the tomatoes and peppers to put out. But I really, really want the potatoes, just because we never grew them before. Decisions, decisions. I need to make up my mind rather quickly since they are a cool weather crop and I may have already waited too long.