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06.january.2007 :: saturday :: the number one place for fun
happy new year! happy epiphany! it's a quiet night in our neighborhood. seems the strong wind blew all of our neighbors back to their midwest hometowns. think mary poppins...
evan and i went on a business & pleasure bike ride today--down through venice, culver city, dodging palm tree debris and cracks in the pavement. it was a nice day for it. and the activity was something of a substitute for the 23-mile run i would have been doing this morning if a recent injury to my sciatic nerve hadn't shelved my running shoes for the time being. we stopped for lunch at surfas restaurant supply in culver city (super yummy grilled cheese sandwich on raisin bread...who'd a thunk it?), where we were treated to a celebrity siting--the designer guy from extreme makeover home edition. he's tall. i passed on a post-lunch walk through of the rest of the store, knowing i'd see a million delicious and exciting products whose purchase would be totally frivolous. shortly after we arrived home, we wandered out for coffee, and nearly tripped over tom cruise (or a look-alike?) as he cut in front of us on the san vicente median. he's short! two in one day...that's enough excitement for a whole year.
07.january.2007 :: sunday
i spent several hours today in my garden (read: tiny planter outside the living room window) pulling out the failed canna lillies and other snail-conquered plants to make room for the oodles of bulbs that evan's family gave me for christmas. i couldn't be happier than when digging and root-pulling, tucking the new hopes into the fresh, wormy earth. now i just have to cross my fingers that the soil will cooperate and drain enough to let the little guys breath...and wait. i marked my calendar (at my grammy's suggestion last year when i couldn't remember how long it'd been) so i'll know when to start getting antsy. and, in my on-going battle against those pesky snails, i put down copper tape along the edge of the planter. it's pretty ugly (as evan noted, it looks "festive"), but i'll sacrifice what looks like an attempt to decorate my garden with a gaudy trim if it means keeping the little buggers out!