We had a lovely day on Saturday – weather perfect, we got all the jobs on the list done, and, it seemed, wherever we drove, the traffic lights were in our favor.

We ate at the Texas Roadhouse, and for the first time – picked our steaks from the cabinet at the entrance – they arrived at the right time (there has been a horrible trend in the restaurant trade for about 15 years now, to bring the main course before the appetizer is completely consumed – thereby turning the table faster… ghastly), and were cooked to perfection. We came home and sat on the patio enjoying the quiet (so rare nowadays as the family who moved in recently bought a quad atv, and insist on riding it round, and round their back yard – quite apart from the racket, they are turning the ground into a dust storm.)

So it was a lovely day.

Sunday… just the opposite. Felt as if every piece of equipment, from the hose, to the rake, had a mind of its own, and was saying, ‘No!’… felt as if massive amounts of energy were expended for very little gain… felt aggived at hubs for no reason… so we worked away from each other – me washing windows, him picking up tumbleweeds and trash from the fence and dropping some more driveway gravel on the long time bald spots.

Collapsed on the couch to watch ‘Flight if the Phoenix’, glad of the upbeat ending.

Hoping Monday will be more like Satuday!

The jojo character is just a Simpsons/Southpark creation. Nothing to see here–holograms and smoke and mirrors. Pax one and all.