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Saturday, September 11, 2004

About the most productive thing I did today was change a light bulb. Other than that, I did a lot of sitting around. I did type one document for the Boss, but it didn't take more than ten minutes. He faxed it to me, then phoned to tell me not to bother working on it until Monday, but that he would check back later in the day just in case I got to it today.

And I finally did that load of laundry I've been forgetting night after night all week. If it hadn't been so hot every day, I might have done the laundry in the daytime. But around here when the searing temperatures hit, they ask us to hold off on running major appliances during the daylight hours. Since I didn't especially want to rock the boat (or knock my own power out), I complied, always thinking I'd get to it that evening. Which I never did.

I didn't have to cook, because I had left over pork chops from yesterday. I did cook up some green beans in butter and lemon, but that doesn't even count any more, does it? I mean, a year ago I would have thought that was a big deal, but now it's no more of an accomplishment than heating a pot pie in the microwave. Lots tastier, though, and probably a little bit healthier.

That's pretty much it, as far as I can recall. I didn't clean house or work in the yard. I didn't even watch much TV, until the race came on late this afternoon. I did some reading, and in fact finished the novel I've been working on all week and started another one. But other than a quick trip to the post office, I didn't even leave the house.

9 September 2004

Aiden loves dangly things.

That light bulb was a big deal, though. I haven't exactly been putting it off, but this was the first time I actually remembered it before dark, when I was turning on the track lights. By that time, I'm usually out of the mood, but today I remembered just in time and found the last 60 watt globe in the cabinet and dragged the step stool out of the bathroom (where it mostly serves as a magazine stand) and changed it.

That was my Saturday, and I'm not sorry about it because I feel about a hundred percent better than I did twenty-four hours ago. Sleeping late and lying around the house must agree with me.

Now I need to go take my laundry out of the dryer, before I forget again.

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It got a little hairy at the end, but the Giants held off the Diamondbacks tonight in Phoenix, 5-3. I'm not going to rant about the way the Arizona manager disrespects the game, because I've mentioned it here before. But it still rankles whenever he walks Barry Bonds intentionally in a situation where that's clearly not in the best interest of his team's success or his players' pride. There's no honor in doing it just so he won't set a record against your team (although he did set a record tonight, becoming the first player in history to be walked more than 200 times in a season). And speaking of history, Al Pedrique is on a pace to become the least successful manager ever, if the Diamondbacks keep him around long enough.

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