le weekend
Saturday there was much shopping. We acquired fruit trees, which stuartc planted on Sunday. He got a new GPS as an early birthday present. I found the battery I'd been looking for (Fry's had ONE); it works, no idea yet whether it works better than the old one but at least its expiration date isn't 2005. :P It also means I have one less excuse for not practicing my bass. It was HOT hot hot. There was also WoW in the evening. Some random guy asked if we were dual boxing, and was most impressed that we were in fact 4 separate people. I know TVC is a low population server, but jeeze! Maybe the guy has no three-dimensional friends so that's why he got confused.
Saturday night just as we were about to go to bed, we lost internet and cable! This was a tad inconvenient, as we were planning to record the Spanish Grand Prix starting at 4:30 AM. Stuart gallantly phoned up the cable co; they said it wasn't just us, and promised they'd send someone out. We got up at 4:30 anyway to see if things were working yet. Answer: sort of. We had cable channels but when we went to the menu everything said "No data". Stuart patiently hit the up arrow some 265 times until we reached the correct channel, at which point the cable box finally figured out what was what. We set it to record, then decided to stay up and watch the race anyway... which was totally worth it. It might have been sad if either of us liked Fernando Alonso, but as we can't stand him (and we both love Ferrari, and we provisionally like Lewis Hamilton as long as he doesn't turn into another washout like Jenson Button) we found the whole thing highly entertaining. Then we went back to bed for a few hours.
The rest of Sunday was even hotter than Saturday, which I hadn't thought possible; it mainly involved laundry, other chores, a tiny bit of cross stitch, and trying not to melt. The art deco lady is going to take WAY longer than the 60 hours promised by the magazine, sigh. Sunday night there were TONS of sirens and lots of cop cars, many of them disconcertingly close to our street. Still no idea what all that was about.
Zoot continues to be afraid of the ceiling fans. We have deemed this to be her problem and not ours. Somewhat more annoyingly, Findo has decided he enjoys sleeping on my head. As if life isn't hot enough. Furry bastard.