Cats and Dogs, thats what. It's raining, hard, flash flood warnings up, thunderstorms, power flickering, a good Kansas thunderstorm, Mother Natures' anguished reaction to Bob Dole? Nah... Looking out my window (which I won't be able to do once I move downstairs) I see the back park is full of running water. Which means that the creek is bank-full and more.

I hate boring weather, I'm in hog heaven...

New poem up today here.

Karen and I are going to Enid, OK this weekend to see my Mother; I called just now and my Aunt Bea answered the phone, surprising the hell out of me. Aunt Bea lives in Tulsa, she's visiting mom this week. There's a long story here, another time...

To be frank(lin) about it, Enid was not our first choice as a place to spend our anniversary weekend, but I haven't seen mom for a while and she doesn't charge rent! I also need to replace her hard drive on the 386 I gave her a year or so ago.

Karen is off Monday, so we won't be back until Monday night. So I'll miss at least two entries here, tomorrow and Sunday, and maybe Monday too, depending on how things go.

I still have to go out and get a folder for Karen's poems and stop by the credit union and get some cash for the weekend. Maybe there'll be a break in the rain so I won't get too wet...

I was up until 04:00 this morning, got up at 13:00. Not doing too good a job getting turned around this time, am I? This weekend should do it, though. The three women I'm spending the weekend with won't let me get by with sleeping late... or naps, either.

So, 'til Monday...

OK, so I lied again. Karen and I just got back from Remington's, a popular country dance hall located in an old K-mart building. Karen makes me go there about once a year, whether I want to or not; so far it's been not! but I go just to keep her happy. It seems to work.

I believe I've mentioned before that I don't really like drunks as patients. Well, I don't like to socialize with them either. None of the people we were with were drunk, but we did leave awfully early. There was one fight right before we left, I'm sure there will be many more before the night is over.

Line dancing. It really isn't, in my humble opinion. Those people really look silly, glancing out of the corners of their eyes constantly to see who's doing what and figgering out what they need to do next. Mostly, they're concentrating so hard they're not even faking smiling. So, you have this bunch of people in boots and hats and cowboy shirts that've never even been on a farm much less a ranch, all in a line, with the guy on one end making up what he's doing and by the time that gets transmitted to the other end he's doing something entirely different. And that's when everything works right! And hardly anyone looking like they're having fun! I can imagine (OK, I don't really need to imagine, last time I was forced to stay almost 'til closing time) that it gets worse as the night gets drunker.

Karen and I did dance one slow dance, though. We got ran into several times by people whirling around the floor, though.

And there's this one pathetic chunky ugly drunk girl dancing by herself, (she's almost always there, reportedly) and this one tall ugly guy dancing by himself. They get together and dance briefly, then go their separate ways. Very strange.

Then there are the gaggles of girls that go out together; they gather at the tables, drink and watch the guys. They don't dance, they drink and laugh and act like they're having a good time. But occasionally I see one looking at some guy and almost crying. Very sad.

Strange, pathetic, silly, sad. People in bars all over the world. And they'll never really understand how strange, pathetic, silly and sad it is. They can't look at it soberly; they don't want to look at it soberly, or do anything else soberly.

I hate it when I'm so judgmental. I need to stay out of those places.

It's still raining, we've got about four inches so far. I'm afraid to check the basement...

'Til Monday, then. This time I really really mean it!