Yesterday, in the car, I was discussing dogtags and that type of thing with Rich when I remembered the fun dogtags Gerhard had made. I said "hey, we could nail one of those up!" and a hawk sailed past... so I think the dwarf told me OK. Here at home I found them... two sets are in his True Name but one also has his True social security number... the other has something else that doesn't seem to have any connection to anything. I took the chain and rubber edge guard off it and that's the one I'll use. The "Gordon Shumway" set has 0-314159267 as its number. Himself knew the pi decimals out to 100 places.

I was knitting in the car. There's a project I started before G. died and I then shut down till last Thanksgiving. At Christmas I realized there was no big hurry so I've been kinda puddling at it. I did quite a bit in the car going to Reno. Then Monday I looked at the matching leg and panicked that I'd knitted past the shaping. There was a dropped stitch way back, too, so I ripped out about 50 rows. Then I was reknitting all that in the car. I realized, however, that I hadn't actually knitted past the shaping, that I was holding the piece upside dowh!! The pants are not actually going to have a very fat bottom and really short legs!!!

Today I am 58. Geeze. I'm *8* pounds up from last year (that was grief weightloss, of course.)

A birthday dance.

So, who do I want to be when I grow up, anyway? I still admire Barbara Bush. In fiction, Lila Quartermaine has always been my ideal. Maxine Gray IS me, pretty much. (I used to be Hermione in the Harry Potter series, though. My former fourth-grade teacher noticed that, too.)

I get all interested in mortality around my birthday, go figure. I was looking around in church and thinking all the elderly ladies are tiny, there's no big ones, but I finally remembered a taller-than-I widow who has come to our parties for years and who's always interested in the children. So there's hope that I will make it to the 97 I plan on! Whether with all my cylinders firing is another question! (Note the knitting snafu above. Or forgetting the pictures I went to get. Or not remembering the tv remote!)

Phone call from Bernadette, cards from Roni and Monica and Pagan, and an Amazon gift certificate from Monica (heeheeheehee.)

Casey was, uh, "interesting" today. All over the place. I'm kind of needing this vacation. The kid likes the library and the park, yet complained when we went home that that's all we do. Mostly because school is so late. I'll have to do some Saturdays.

Tonight we went to see Seussical-- the Musical with Cathy Rigby, which was great fun. Rich, unfamiliar with the Seuss ouevre still enjoyed it. They jam references to at least 10 books in there, though if Yertle the Turtle was there, I missed him. We had seats in the front row of the grand tier, and they were wonderful. At the end, we got the CD (and played it in the car on the way home) so we can at least read the lyrics to be sure. Horton the Elephant was fun. A great thing to do when you're 58!

There was a bat flying around. Poor thing must have been in a real panic, all the noise, no way out. I hope once everyone left, that it found however it got in and escaped. Poor thing!

What fun it is to be a Libertarian!