What's with God, anyway??? Woke up to more snow again, just when I was really ready for it to just go ahead and be spring.

Plus, I was hung over. A red wine hangover, which isn't any really big deal, but I don't usually wake up hung over, so it annoyed me. But as I was going down to the kitchen in the dark, trying to avoid stepping on darting happy cats eager to be fed, I remembered that part in Keith's memoir, Life , about how he had to go with his kids on that Safari in Africa while he was hungover and I thought to myself, "Well, Christ, if he could get through that awfulness with a hangover, I can certainly deal with this," and right away, my hangover felt a whole lot better. (You really can learn a lot about coping with life from Keith, can't you? I still think about that book every day. Well, I guess b/c it's still sitting on my night table so it's always in my field of vision, and b/c I listen to the audio book when I'm in the kitchen, cooking.)

So, yesterday!

They came, they saw, they gave me a terrific price quote on taking care of my entire yard for the whole fucking summer. You have no idea how happy this makes me. Of course, they tried to get me to agree to having a ton of mulch put down everywhere again (I have 11 cultivated flowerbeds), but I just finally refused. I don't know what the big joy-joy is about mulch. I just don't like it. I don't think it does much to control weeds, either. I still get tons of weeds when I've had the mulch. And frankly, for some weird reason, I like seeing the dirt, you know? Why is that? B/c maybe it doesn't look quite so uniform and controlled? I'm not sure. But I prefer looking at the dirt than looking at mulch in my flowerbeds. And, as much as Ohio bugs me, I have to say I like the smell of the dirt in Ohio; the smell of the ground, the land. I love the way it smells when the grass has just been cut, too. The earth  doesn't smell the same everywhere you go, you know? There's something about the smell of the Ohio earth that I really like. I guess it has to do with my childhood. I played outdoors a lot when I was a little girl. There was all kinds of grass and trees and fields around. And me and my best friend, Laurie, tried digging to China, etc., etc. My father always cut the grass and my mom always had flowerbeds in the summer. All those great smells are a big happy part of me.

So, no mulch; thank you very much. It just makes it that much harder to dig to China.

Well, if you're wondering about the hangover...

It came from my drinking the rest of that incredible Bordeaux. There was more left in the bottle than I thought. And I guess I didn't eat very much yesterday.

I wound up watching When Harry Met Sally b/c Back to School just got way too stupid, even for me (see post below). However, that said, I did watch Troop Beverly Hills (!!) in its entirety after I saw When Harry Met Sally. I have no idea why I watched it. God, is it dated. Maybe that was part of it -- morbid curiosity. It's not a terrible movie; it's cute for little girls & there's some stuff that's actually funny, but it is really, really dated.

Then I watched most of Naked Gun which goes well with drinking too much red wine, I must say. I certainly laughed a lot. God, I so love stupid, stupid humor. (Which is why I loved Rodney Dangerfield and why I had high hopes for Back to School. Perhaps maybe Back to School wasn't stupid enough, or is stupid in all the wrong ways? Perhaps I am a connoisseur of stupidity and didn't know it until now?)

Well, when it was all said and done, it was a bit of a wasted night. I guess b/c I don't really know how to not work. (Apparently, if I'm not, in some way, working every single second, I feel like time has been wasted. Ack.) But I have all of today to get back to work!! Starting immediately! There's all that French to learn, and early Christianity to study! Onward!!

Have a great Sunday, gang, wherever it takes you. Thanks for visiting! See ya.

[Hocking Hills, Ohio in spring -- not too far from here.]