[Note: Writing Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday on Tuesday morning, but posting separately to keep entries manageable.]

I’m starting a temp journal on the G4 so I can post to the online journal. I thought Ken said he got the computers talking to each other, but maybe I dreamt that. I’ve been awfully sleepy the past few days… Anyway, this lets me write using Papyrus, a gorgeous font that comes with OS X. Kind of funny, really—the week before I went to VA, I saw the font online, and spent at least half an hour searching the net to see if I could get a free download of something similar. And then I found the note that said it was included with OS X. There’s a half hour of my life I can never regain!

On Sunday night, Ken asked, “Did you have a good weekend?” I reflected and responded, “I had a weird weekend.” He nodded in agreement.

We woke up at a reasonable hour on Saturday but stayed in bed for another hour or so. Got up, ate breakfast, and Ken came into the study to do some computer work and I curled up with a book in the living room. Perhaps an hour later, I realised I wasn’t going to stay awake any longer. I ended up taking a three-hour nap on the sofa. Ya’ll know that I never nap—just can’t do it. I obviously had (in the words of Oliver Platt in “Gun Shy”) narco-sleepy. Ken even put a blanket over me when I got cold.

A couple of hours later, Meg called. She was alone for the weekend and did I want to come up and have seafood Newburgh and go out to the movies on free passes? Could I bring my newly returned husband? I countered. She agreed. So Ken and I showered, packed an overnight bag just in case, and headed out at about 6:30. On the way, Ken noted that the clutch on the car was slipping; said he noticed it on the way home from the airport Friday night. I hadn’t noticed it on the way up, but the fact was, we knew the transmission needed work. We’d been waiting for some bonus money from Trikon; at this point, I wasn’t able to use third or fifth gear (I think Ken could sweet-talk the car into letting him into those gears).

As I’m not writing this as careful fiction, I’m sure you all just noted the foreshadowing in that paragraph.

Meg cooked us fabulously wonderful seafood Newburgh, and then we saw “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”, which was hilariously funny. I’m 1/4 Greek, although I never knew my Greek grandfather, and yet I understood some of it completely (I think my Austrian grandmother picked up some things from her husband). Then, because the car was acting wonky, we decided to head home. That way we could take the bike to the GWW meeting in the morning.

We got as far as one of the LAX exits when the car spewed a few pieces of metal onto the freeway, and that was that. We coasted off the exit to a safe spot off the road, made a few phone calls, and eventually were towed home, arriving at 3:45 a.m. A little wired, we stayed up for another 45 minutes or so.

Which of course meant waking up for the meeting was brutal. But we did. It was the final meeting before the event, so there was lots to discuss. Now comes my big push to edit and design two booklets and have them photocopied along with another booklet and a poster. Eek.

I do like this font… Sorry ya’ll can’t see it. You’d probably be annoyed trying to read lots of entries in it anyway, as it’s a bit fancy.

So we grabbed food at Jack’s and discussed the schedule for the next few weeks and what I needed computer-wise in order to get the booklets done. Like, a printer/copier/scanner. So we decided to get the pool car from Trikon and buy one at Fry’s. Which we did, after much discussion and debate. An HP PSC 2110. Brought it (and other purchases, like blank CDs and Quicken 2003 and such), swapped the car for the bike, and then dove into the pool because the day was hot and so were we. Then Ken did some computer work and fixed a pool pipe, and I talked to Albra and did computer work. I threw together a salad and spaghetti for dinner, and I think we watched something, but I’m blanking on what it was. Ken did more computer work and I watched “Message in a Bottle”.

If you ever have the opportunity to see this movie, don’t.

It wasn’t at the top of my list, but I thought it might be good. The Videohound Guide said it was way too slow, but I didn’t think so. I thought it was well done. UP UNTIL THE END WHERE THEY DID SOMETHING HORRIBLE THAT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. This movie was falsely advertised. Gods, I was pissed off.

I think I watched a little more TV, and then we went to bed, and that was the weekend.