How was last night's show?

It wasn't. Let's just say I am paying the price for staying up past my bedtime--and I didn't even perform. Why? Because I asked not to. Wonder why I would do such an anti-"The Show Must Go On" kind of thing? I direct you to my MySpace page for the details (link to your right).

But the night had its compensations. I got the full 15-minute tour of Jennifer and Scott's home before the show, along with running commentary as to the dubious parentage of the previous owners. Also held hands with Scott and Jennifer for a while, which was odd yet sweet. Never just sat holding hands with friends before for no apparent reason (my hands were held a' plenty when Linda was in surgery, believe me). Just seemed the thing to do.

And yes, this is likely as close to being a "Cougar" as I'll ever be. As if. Wonder if there's a lesbian equivalent? Nothing remotely amusing is coming to me. I'll work on it....

Anyway, today we had a whole-house water filtration system installed, as well as a reverse-osmosis spigot put into the kitchen. All of this wonderful water will be good for our Linda, and for me, actually (no more chlorine drying out my already Saharan skin, for one thing).

Now I must return to my tax prep. Yes, this is getting ridiculous. Am hoping to put an end to it this weekend. Here's hoping!

And here's hoping you're having a much more exciting weekend than I. Though on days such as these, when I'm just dragging my tired carcass around, I'm rather grateful for the absolute lack of excitement on today's menu.

Tomorrow? That'll be another story.

Catching up

Had a great show Thursday night at the Log Cabin. It was a fundraiser for a home for aged horses (what's not to like?) put together by a women's business owners organization. Yes, indeed, their were lesbians galore in career separates ((c) by Jennifer Myszkowski), as well as some dear friends (most from church), also of the lavender persuasion. Those women (and a smattering of men) were there to laugh, bless their hearts, and laugh they did. What fun!

Today, I had the flashback-inducing experience of buying fabric. I haven't set foot in a fabric store since I bought material in the early 1970s for bib overalls--our home ec project that year. I think I bought a red, white and blue striped cotton-poly mix. My goddess, those pants were hideous, but it was the '70s, ya know? Hideous was "in."

Yes, indeed, I was in home ec--they didn't let girls take shop back in those benighted times, and honestly, I probably would have been a train wreck at that, too. (I jammed all the sewing machines in our classroom, to give you an idea of my sewing prowess.)

Anyway, I told the clerk about how long it's been since I've bought fabric, and she found that hilarious. She was very helpful and smiling the whole time she helped me find the material I needed (100% white cotton flannel) and so forth. Her coworker found my predicament funny, too. So nice to bring joy along on what could have been a tedious errand, no?

Why am I buying 100% white cotton flannel? It is a key player in the clay packs that Linda needs for pain management. She has been having pain in her abdomen, and slapping on one of these clay-laden packs makes her feel better. That's as good a reason as any, no?

Now I must stop procrastinating and get my taxes together. Problem is, I first need to update my checking account with the last six months (yes, of 2008) of bank statements.

Yes, I knew I was going to pay for letting that slide, and here it is, time to pay! Hope you're having more fun than I (wouldn't be difficult).