More movies

Last night, I watched two movies. Marwencol, about some guy who uses GI Joe and Barbie dolls to construct a small town in his yard, and I Love You Phillip Morris, about gay love and prison and being a sociopath. They were both very good. And kept me from playing endless Angry Birds.

Yesterday I watered plants and tidied up some more in Chip's upstairs bedroom and got my propane tank refilled and took care of some business and other exciting things. Today I went to the gym and watered Chip's plants and now will practice my guitar until it's time for Snaps practice at 6. I had some money transferred back out of my buyout money which has lost some value but I remain hopeful that it will recover. What a gambler I am.

Tomorrow, I am having lunch with Linda and Cheryl. Later, some wimmens are going out to Annette's if some storm doesn't blow in and ruin it. And I'm going sign my will papers and go to the farmer's market. And maybe look for a job. I have applied to some good ones lately like the Manager of Web and New Media at BGSU and Global Web Team Leader at Owens Corning. We'll see how they turn out. Occasionally, I get kinda panicky about not getting a job but frankly I have at least 10 months of money left in the buyout to supplement my current income so I guess I can just panic later.

On my birthday, I screwed around endlessly and then went out to Chip's for a big dinner of grilled beets and scallops and crab cakes and filets of beef and salad and two desserts. Many people called to wish me a happy birthday.

Last Friday we went to the Ark to see Todd Snider who was fabulous as always. Our party of 6 ate at Gratzi where we had antipasti platters and calamari and salads and tomato bisque and Sal and I split a giant seared tuna on risotto cakes with spinach. Yumba. The waitress came out and offered us all a free shot of limoncello at the end, this after Sal and Amy and I had split a bottle of wine and then got an extra glass each.

There was a mixup at the Ark about some of my 17 people getting seated that I am still stewing about the way we were treated and should write a letter to the Ark about. Really, some guy was pointing his finger into my chest when obviously, as they finally admitted, I was right. Dammit.

Last week, I met with Jean Geist who wants to do a blog and had many issues about figuring out how to post and put on a template and change her login and stuff. I should do more of this. For money.

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