when i’m in a foul mood, i find it’s better to say nothing than to say something rude. if i absolutely must vent, i try to slow down and unwind enough to be able to make an intelligent decision on picking the appropriate person.
last night i sat on the balcony with the citronella candles burning (although there were few chiquito mosquitos; perhaps summer really is fading). i read the rest of this month’s outside magazine. i drank a beer. (sadly, i have no wine. i don’t even like beer all that much. but i have become partial to sam adams summer ale after taking the brewery tour in boston.) i read more of my book. i thought about running away to zimbabwe.
well, not zimbabwe. that was just the first country that came to mind. but maybe australia. or spain. or maybe just a nicer part of the u.s.
on monday night at the astros game, jason and debbie and karen and i were on the jumbotron. this was especially neat because we were sitting in the upper deck, and come on, everyone knows that they rarely show the upper deck on the jumbotron. but we were on there. me in my astros hat. smiling and waving like the idiot that everyone turns into when they realize that they’re on the jumbotron.
anyway. the astros have fallen a game behind the cubs. this sucks. i want the braves to come here for the division series.
i hope we’re going climbing tonight.
