I had a pretty good weekend, all things considered.
I had to buy a new microwave and found a very nice one on sale.
I got all my shopping done early, and the rest of the weekend was spent reading-can't beat that.
The horrid weather passed over quickly and in my little corner of tin shackdom, at least, with no damage. Hail did hit the window for a brief harrowing period, and tornado warnings were posted all over the state. I hate the tin shack at moments like that.
Mozart lay down on the floor right under my feet, and I got the notion I should figure out where to go just in case. Gonzo was upset, uneasy at the way Uncle Molzart was acting. Mozart and I don't care for crashy-boomies.
It reminded me of living in SouthEast Alabama, of Ivan, and Dennis, and Katrina.
I hate being reminded of Ivan.
OK, the knowledge that Crusty's Gulf Breeze McMansion was rendered a scattered pile of splinters (his place was right behind the Gulf Breeze K-Mart) did kinda give me a realllllllly brief moment of satisfaction-knowing he got $90400.00 from disaster aid pissed me off completely, though. My tax dollars at work supporting, never mind.
It's a new year, and I'm trying very hard to be positive.
I miss my son, and my grandson. I worry about them both all of the time. All. The. Time.
A few years ago, while Fox and I were still talking, he told me I should get the PlayStation because it is 'future-proof' and frankly, yesterday I ruefully learned he was right on the money. Blu-Ray will be taking over, and the PlayStation is the best thing to own if ya wanna get the most from yer Blu-Ray discs.
When I figured that out, I was a little weepy. I miss that young man so damn much!