8/14

In anticipation of an upcoming visit from my Logn Beach aunt and uncle who Never Fly Anywhere, we rented a Rug Doctor and spent the better part of today discovering just how disgusting the floor we walk on really is. Eyuk. Also did a bathroom overhaul. Dumped about 30 near-empty bottles and discovered that I don't need a BABW yet anyway. Several years' worth of squirreling away Country Apple and Pearberry products plus E's B's mom's Cucumber Melon gifts, good golly I could open my own store.

Saw "SWAT" last night. Yum! Fun! And once we got past the disturbing previews for "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" and "Jeepers Creepers 2" there was "Once Upon a Time in Mexico," for which I am totally and completely yay-hoorayed. I've been dreaming of the return of el mariachi since I played my bootleg "Desperado" tape to death. I am so very excited. It's not just the eye candy (Antonio AND Johnny AND Ms. Salma Hayek), it looks like a good story. If not, well, guns, you know? Finally, movies really worth paying $9 on a Friday night for. hey, didn't you used to be a copy editor?

8/16

I went to HD by myself today and by myself procured two 60-lb. bags of mortar mix and a gallon of acrylic fortifier. Chelsea and I lugged it all to Palolo, voila, my latest contribution to the yarden. Then I went to the bank and deposited part of a check (and thank god because someone seems to have just cashed a hefty check I wrote a long time ago, leaving me about 99 cents in the red. The f*ck, people?)

I made salsa when I got home. I don't know how to make just a little salsa, I always have to make a lot. I made cilantro-full salsa for my mom, with little garlic and just a little spicy, and normal salsa for myself and the rest of the party tonight, with no cilantro, lots of garlic, and a ton of hot hot hot peppers. Words can't express how much I love the Cuisinart. I really loved my hand chopper (that sounds gross) -- it served for years and years of wonderful salsa-making (my greatest compliment was D actually eating my salsa and asking for more, second greatest, Stockton-born-and-raised classmate asking me if I was from Stockton because my salsa obviously was [he said] -- I always regarded that as a compliment, hopefully it actually was one.) Anyway the hand-chopper has been retired to simpler jobs and power outages, and I've graduated to the Kweeze. Hoo-ha.

Tonight we are going camping with Connie and Benny somewhere in Waimanalo. Right now E's B is at home scrubbing and wringing a sleeping bag too big to fit in any washer on Earth (or at least Palolo.) Should be interesting. Hope I don't forget anything.

Bentley is freshly washed and smelling like a banana cake, salsa is heating up in the fridge, Quickrete is delivered. To nap or not to nap, that is the question.