Buying this car has been one of the more painful experiences of this year (life?). I feel like a drowning cow in a river full of piranhas. The salesmen see you, ask what you’re looking for, and sink their expectations into you. I feel their eyes like teeth. That sounds sorta melodramtaic and sorta close to the truth. It was a painful round of driving all over this godforsaken county in search of the one true car at a reasonable price. We looked at Ford F150s, Chevy S10s, Totoyta Tacomas, Cherokees (Chuh-RO-kees), Pathfinders, Rodeos; we considered most 4WD trucks, some SUVs, even stationwagons. Now about 6 or 7 weeks l8r there has been resolution and we are the proud new owners of some grey thing that hopefully will do its job & be somewhat enjoyable. W—, dearheart, has looked at four times as many cars and spent muchos horas devoted to the search. My only sadness is that the Amigo suffered some terrible maladicious breakdown this week. I hope it’s not too serious as I’d like Daddy to still have his weekend errand car.

This week has been verry hectic. Work has left me drained & still I have to get in there sometime today. I have a shiteload of stuff sitting on my desk & two large deadlines early next week. I am not looking fwd to jumping into that mess. I could conceivably work every day this weekend, but I don’t want to. There is so much stuff here that I want to do like clean out the garage, organise CasaWeX, get rid of some stuff, & maybe even finish up the floorboards in the bathroom. Plus this weekend is the Adams Avenue Street Fair (the largest fair on the west coast), tonite is W—’s sister’s birthday, there is local performance/art happening at Sushi & some rilly cool music tonite. Too much to do & so little time to sleep off two ginandtonnix hangovers.

Oops, I left Mishuzzle, Schmizzle outside for the last hour. Every now then I hear a faint half-hearted grark (growl & bark) and then silencio. It’s cool this morning for the first time in a few weeks. I like that & think they must be lounging out in the grass or gnawing on a delicately aged bone.

For some reason I still love toys & methinks this would make a great addition to micasa, but earlier I was saying I need to get rid of stuff, not acquire more. The neverending cycle of life and death is apparant even in these few paragraphs…if you look hard enough.

I swear there is some meaning. You just have to have the right prespective., uh, perspective.