a beautiful sunrise coming up over the hill promises that today will be the day to go cut those bushes. all 1 acre of them. after 3 years i now know what blooms when. what can take a little violence and what should just be ruthlessly culled. (yellow dogwood infestation) on my little tour around yesterday i was relieved to note that the last blast of winter seems to have had no effect at all on all those tulips i bought for 5 euros in Amsterdam last spring. also happy to see the emergence of my friends the daffoldils, rescued from a dumpster in massive number after careless disposal by crap "xxxxx" who are illiterate and stupid asskissers with no conscience and very long brown tongues and a tendancy to steal. woops! it just popped out...back to gardening...ah, forget it.

other news, my son is home with that explosive diarrea that haas apparently plagued the world. in a positive light we'll call it spring purification. we are all looking forward to that. hooray for biodegradable wet wipes. and spray bottles of diluted bleach solution.

also, went for dinner with a family who from the moment we pulled into their driveway seemed to absorb all my limited supply of self-confidence and cause me to apologize for being a clod who opted out of that over-achiever madness therefore having no fun yachting friends, no charity groups, no six figure success story to tell...instead i found myself drunkenly blurting out tales of friends whose life experiences include domestic violence, poverty, and in one case, forced prostitution. aint i the life of the party. should have known better than to go out on an off day. full moon and all. it didn't help that the script the lady wanted us to read was so bad i couldn't finish it. but they were nice people and despite a difference in life choices i think i could see myself inviting them back to the LoveShack for a bbq at a later date. social inroads. oh what a price i pay for being a hermit.