some odd thoughts with no discernable thread

There seems to be several trillium plants in the back garden. I have no idea how they got there, if, indeed, they are trilliums.

The yard is lumpy and bumpy and a royal PITA to mow. The back yard is worse than the front, because the trees, a red maple in particular, have sent out so many roots that the grass is balding and lumpy.

Something must be done about the back yard. The lawn must go. There must be No More Need For Mowing there.

I have no idea what to do to make this happen, but happen it must.

I am craving fresh strawberries and watermelon. I refuse to buy anything not local.

I am constantly hungry these days.

I have been playing "Vanina" by Dave (number one for 30 weeks in 1974, a cover of Del Shannon's "Runaway" that is better than the original) over and over again on the CD player.

Note to The Other: Dave (love the bouncing head on that site) is playing the Olympia this weekend. I would have made you take me, you know...

I'm also dying for some rhubarb.

I've got very itchy feet these days -- they're longing to travel, but have no place to go.

Francis Cabrel's new CD is due out Any Day Now! If we had satellite TV, we could watch Vivement Dimanche on TV5 this Sunday -- Francis is going to be Michel Drucker's guest... D'you know, I've never seen him "en live"? He's going on tour soon with this album...

I need to lose weight. Sigh.

My hands are all blistered from mowing the front lawn. Not to mention the aches where I didn't even know I had spots that could ache.

I need something to do with my life. I'd say "make ice cream", but that would involve finding the Musso ice cream maker I'm coveting here in Canada, rather than having to order it from the US.