So I�m thinking about going up to Utah for Chris� �graduation� from Lifeline, as well as Abby�s High School graduation, which is on the same night. If Amy can get away from work and school for a few days, we�ll do it. The plan is to go up on Tuesday or Wednesday, spend a night around Zion Canyon and get in a little nature-loving activity and then meet up w/ the clan in Salt Lake for the ceremony on Thursday evening. Then we�ll spend two nights with Larry and Peggy before heading back home. We�ll stop again on the way home and either dig on some more nature or maybe play a few hands of Black Jack in Vegas�or both. Hey, we can stop in Vegas on our way there and our way back, as far as I�m concerned.

There are two things going on, here. First, I�d like to show some support for that arm of the Sorrell tree. Also, Amy�s in a bit of a trough lately, cuz she and her man broke up. I thought it would be good for her (and for me, let�s be honest here) to get away for a little road trippin. She�s just trying to see if she can swing it.

John called me at work today, to let me know that it turns out he has to work Saturday. SUCKS! His a-hole co-worker, Mike, hasn�t shown up for work all week and so they�re assuming he won�t be around to work on Saturday�actually, they�re assuming he quit, cuz he�s not called in or anything. He did this before and their boss gave him the big lecture and told him next time he�d better call or they�ll consider him gone. So there go our plans. John says he�s still gonna come down, after work. He only works �til 1:00pm, but still�long drive, just to get screwed a few times. He still wants to go to the Ren. Faire, too, if we can fit it in on Sunday. If it weren�t Mother�s Day, it would work. I just think we�ll have to go another weekend, though. Or, if it weren�t Mother�s Day, I would just go up there to see him, instead.

I actually did some work on the pad last night. I stripped the paint from the bathroom window. It�s an old window, of course, with little panes of glass (they�re all like that and they open by pushing the window outward). Between the panes and all around the window is metal and it�s been painted over like three times with no stripping. So I stripped it all away and cleaned off as much of the rust as I could. This is what John did with the spare-room windows, before he left. Now I can do �em all up with Rustoleum and paint them the correct way. Plus, now that all the paint is stripped away I can actually close the latch and locks all the way. Of course, in the process I burned my arm with the stripper (dripped a little on me and didn�t wash it off in time, I guess), plus I tripped and nearly cracked my head open on the bath tub, trying to rush to the sink when a piece of the old paint, covered in the stripper, fell in to my eye. Luckily, my leg caught the tub instead, so I�ll just have a bruise. But hey � I can bruise just breathin�. At least this time I actually worked for it.

Just call me Grace.

Aside from that, I did two loads of laundry.

I�m really going to have to cool down this wild and wicked life I lead or I�ll age before my time.

I did get plenty of sleep, thankfully. Pert near eight hours, I�d say. Of course, I took an Excedrin PM, but hey � whatever works. I feel rather rested today and if it weren�t for my damn eyes, I�d actually be in a pretty good mood.

I jetted back over to the LBC at lunchtime to pay my gas bill. I may need that gas tonight, so I thought it best to pay up. It was very pretty out. Probably around 72 degrees, with a slight breeze. I didn�t want to come back to work (big surprise). There�s something about the sunlight in LB that I just love, especially down by the ocean where it just gets all sparkly, glistening and reflecting off of the water. Maybe it�s cuz I�m so used to seeing the sun through a thick, smog-haze and now that I don�t have to it just seems like a whole new light to me. But I just love the light in LB. Even when I spent that night with Troy, in the wee hours of the morning I just loved laying there, watching the light come through the window and kind of sweep through the room with the breeze. It was like waltzing. Or like that scene in �Singin in the Rain� where Debbie Reynolds is up on that ladder and Gene turns on that huge fan and it�s blowing air all around them while he dances around her.

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