An earthquake in Indonesia; of a magnitude that, if it struck in California, would result in probably less than 50 deaths instead causes thousands. I don’t know what to say to this.
Saturday was a trip to Bonfante Gardens with Mike, Jann, his sister, and her 4-year-old — where do 4-year-olds get such energy? A beautiful family theme park in Gilroy, about 30 miles from here, it put Great America to shame. Where Great America has litter and gravel and weeds, Bonfante Gardens has (as you’d expect from the name) landscaping and greenery and water and butterflies. And far more rides, although they are not really adult-oriented. That doesn’t mean I didn’t laugh my ass off riding their equivalent of the tea cups, spinning it so much that we all ended up scruched together on one side.
I grew tired of waiting, and relieved my orange tree’s branches of their heavy burden on Sunday. My very own fruit!
Baked some pecan-carrot bread, but not without a challenge: my oven doesn’t heat properly, and the temperature that it settles at is completely unpredictable. I called the home warranty company a month ago, but have never heard from them again so it’s time for another call tomorrow.
Today? Nothing. Was planning on doing some shopping for a fold-out couch to put in my office, so that at least a few people could stay here during my August party; but waited for a call from my “shopping assistant” that never came, and instead sat around outside in the sun, reading old Molly Ivins columns and marveling at how we should have seen our current “leadership” coming but instead let them divert our attention for years.
