Grosse Pointe Blank... everyone else has seen it and told you about it. I listened to them and Karen and I went to see it today. It was entertaining, OK, but lots of blood & guts. Interesting storyline, good acting in some parts. I give it a five.

Got up late after going to bed late last night. Karen and I went for a walk before we went to the movie and my hip started hurting again. I need to either walk more often or just stop it altogether, or maybe take some ibuprophin first.

I applied (is that the right word?) to be a member of the Archipelago ring. I don't know if I'm worthy or not, but I'll find out. I don't know if I'm being audacious by thinking that I'm qualified or overly modest in thinking that I might not fit in...

It's another beautiful spring day. My dandelions are getting all twisty in the throes of their dying. On our walk today I noticed several broken egg shells under trees. Life goes on... the birds that have taken residence in my number sign are thriving, despite just being missed by the screen door by fractions of an inch a hundred times a day. Sunday they attacked Lacee, thinking that she was a threat to their babies? But they've not bothered anyone else, not even the cats. They're bully birds, only picking on defenseless little girls. Lacee just stood there and screamed; she does that whenever a fly or mosquito lands on her, too. I don't know why she doesn't run like a normal person/kid...

One hundred and twenty four journals are currently on the Open Pages list(s). I don't know what to think of that. I explained a couple of weeks ago that I was not going to try to keep up with them, but I have anyway. Compulsive mental disorders are the hardest to live with, Karen tells me. She would know, I guess.

Last night in the hot tub, we discussed our compulsions... she her TV, me the computer, or, more precisely, journals. We talked about giving them up on the weekends that I'm off, and trying to live like normal people for four days a month. The concessions were... she could watch her recorded daytime drama and I could write an entry each day.

We did not really decide that we would do this, we just talked about it.

The grandkids just came over; Kim and Steve are going out to eat. Packy had a miniature golf set. He wants to be Tiger. Lacee is in a bad mood, Karen just came really close to spanking her. Actually, I'm in a pretty bad mood, too. I'm not really sure why, though. I just really feel blaugh. Like nothing exciting is going to happen. I'm looking forward to getting back to work? I don't know. Like no energy, and no use for it either. Maybe I need to do a search for jokes. Or better yet, go for a long walk.

Or maybe just go to bed.

I did get a rejection notice from Lucy of the Archipelago ring. I don't fit their qualifications, which is OK, I guess. She did give me some good constructive criticism, though, and I think that I will consider changing some things in these pages. I'm gonna have to think about it for a while, though....