Well, moving anyway. I think.

On a whim, somewhat, Mike and I looked at an apartment last week. The called and offered it to us last night.

Why move? Well, mike graduates in a year. Once he does, we have a month to vacate the apartment (which is student housing). We figured, moving now may save some frustration in a year when we HAVE to move, and Mike has graduation,. The boards, ect.

Still, it was hard to decide. We went back and forth

Pros:

All of you who have come for a visit, know Will. Of Will and Clark. So, Saturday was a \lquote Will\rquote day, in that someone thought it would be a good idea if we went to the gym together. Will goes to the \lquote Y\rquote and could get guest passes. So, Saturday was picked.

We met at 10:30 am (ish) at the StarBucks near the Safeway. Now, the parking lot is a business only lot. But, none of the businesses offer bagels (Well, Safeway is a supermarket \endash but they won\rquote t toast the). But, since Will did buy a coffee at Startbucks, we figured we were justified in leaving our cars in the lot long enough to head to a place across the street that had bagels.

Our mission, at this point was: Bagel. Back. Gym.

So, we crossed the street and ran into a friend of Will\rquote s who was headed to the hardware store on the next block. During the quick conversation, Will\rquote s friend insisted that we go to this bagel place a little farther down (5 blocks) because, and I quote \lquote They make their bagels the right way. They steam them\rquote . Lack of carbohydrates had made us susceptible to suggestion (which comes into play later. Oh, and now). So we agreed.

On the way we passed a garage sale with a painting of a palm tree which will passionately wanted to purchase. We decided, though, to get it on the way back as we still had three miles to walk to get the bagels. 3 blocks later we stopped at another garage sale.

These guys must have knocked over a pottery barn, because they were selling all kinds of \lquote new\rquote house wares \endash like coffee presses and milk foamers by Bodum and Starbucks for like 5 bucks. They also had an eclectic mix of other \lquote stuff\rquote .

We left having bought a coffee press ($10), a pair of sunglasses ($1), season two and 3 of six feet under on VHS ($.50 per tape), and a Microsoft Excel 2000 book ($.25). We also got a free \lquote gift with purchase\rquote sample of the new Breath Savers dissolving strips.

Anyway, as we were leaving, we ran into the \lquote bagel\rquote friend who \endash in the time it had taken us to make these purchases had walked to the hardware store, bought a bucket, a squeegee, and some car cleaning materials \endash and walk back. So he joined us for Bagels. Which were not steamed, but still were tasty. Of course, by this time it was almost 11am, and I haven\rquote t had anything to eat, so it\rquote s possible they were horrible and I didn\rquote t care.

On the way back, we stopped by the \lquote Palm tree\rquote garage sale. The palm tree picture, sadly, was sold, But the uber aggressive people holding the garage sale, noticed will eyeing a pair of things. It was a mix of foot rest and Pommel Horse. The guy pointed out to Will that the design was \lquote European\rquote . Will smiled and said \lquote Really? By way of Sweden?\rquote . Will is an Architect for the GAP and an Ikea fan \endash which is where these things were bought. Mike looked at a \lquote Floral\rquote coffee table book, and the haggling went like this:

Mike: Ummm, how much\'85
Guy: 4 dollars.
Mike: Oh, does\'85
Guy: Three dollars\'85
Mike: I was just\'85
Guy: Two Bucks\'85.

I was waiting for the guy to offer to pay Mike to take it.

So, book in hand, we started to leave when a strangely dressed guy in a cowboy hat and a sleeveless shirt, asked Mike (clearly the \lquote fashionable\rquote one of the group) if he was interested in some \lquote Designer Ts\rquote . We said no and started to leave, when the Cowboy hat man said to Mike, I swear: \ldblquote Honey, you shouldn\rquote t be draping yourself in Eddie Bauer. We need to help your closet\rdblquote . Mind you, this man was WEARING A COWBOY HAT.

Mike was wearing an Eddie Bauer shirt. MY Eddie Bauer shirt, to be specific.

Needless to say, we didn\rquote t buy anything.

Then, two hours after we started out to buy a bagel, we went to the gym and played Raquet Ball and did 'Chests'.

And how was YOUR weekend?

Eric Idle has a little song about the recent FCC foolishness....and other things.

Not surprisingly, it has a bad word or two. Including the F word about 30 times. Anyway, is funny (though definitely liberally slanted).

Listen to it here.

Well, not really. This is geeky but cool. There's a site called wheresgeorge.com which is basically a money tracking site.

I got a bill that had a red stamp on it, which the address. You can enter in the serial number/year and it will tell you where else the bill has been. (Well, if someone else had entered it).

Here's the report on my bill:

Where's George? Bill Tracking Report

May-10-04 02:43 AM Berkeley, CA Initial Entry n/a n/a
User's Note Change at the Terrace Cafe on the UC Berkeley Campus. Condition: Fair.

You could write the web address on the bill in red, and send it on it's way. I bet kids would enjoy tracking where their money goes, but I would also imagine that it's a long process between entering a bill and getting updates. (My bill was originally entered 12 days ago).

Well, no more. Our picture selection this AM (PST) is Basil, doing what he loves most. Taking a shower!

Statistically, half my life is over. And, by all accounts, the good half. I mean, the half where I can wake up at 6:30 am, eat 5 or 6 lemon-filled jelly donuts while watching Elmer shoot Daffy because Bugs pointed out it was fiddler crab season.

Now, if I ate 5 donuts in one sitting I would die either from the guilt, or the cholesterol. Not sure which would get me first.

Time like these make you take stock of my life. Aside from Mike, I have amassed a car, a video game system, a degree I don\rquote t use, and 3 birds. No house. No Kids. No earth-shattering effect on the world save my humming-bird feeder.

I spent my birthday cleaning and making a bird perch. The bird perch has already paid for itself, because it makes cleaning the bird cages easier. See, the birds \endash once they get on my shoulder \endash never want top leave. Now I pop them on purposefully on the perch (sorry about the alliteration) and commence care-free cage cleaning (there I go again).

I probably should be sad that I\rquote m now much closer to my death than my birth. I should be sad now that I see danger before I see excitement. I should be sad that I can\rquote t eat 7 donuts in the morning \endash which is both dangerous and exciting.

But I\rquote m not. There\rquote s one thought that makes me smile.

I\rquote m not 37.

(Oh, and Mike of course).

:)

Well, the littlest Lewis has been sent off with a barbeque worthy of anyone who came to the beach that day. We had chicken Ala Mike, Steak Tips ala Mike, grilled vegetables ala Mike, and a hamburger which was smuggled in. We actually went to Crissy field, and were right on the edge of the water over-looking Alcatraz, which was fitting.

In between food, and beverage, we played Ultimate Frisbee, Bocce. And tried valiantly to fly a kite.

Nothing funny really happened. Unless, of course, you count the ultimate Frisbee game.

For the birds. I bring this up because our apartmental bird population has increased 50%. (We had 2 birds. 50% of 2 birds is\'85.) That\rquote s right.

Another bird.

Which is strange. There is, in fact, a limit to the amount of joy you can eek out of birds. Some people might think, if a bird brings you happiness, then 50 birds will make you 50 times as happy. These people drink.

Anyway. You might think that I, the \lquote pet person\rquote would be responsible for the bird \lquote explosion\rquote in our apartment. You\rquote d be wrong. Mike decided we needed a third or \lquote spare\rquote bird yesterday when we were buying food for our primary birds. You know, in case one of the current birds can\rquote t perform their birdly duties, this new bird can leap right in. And poop on something, which seems to be the primary role of our little \lquote feathered\rquote friends.

I never should have let Mike watch that \lquote Winged migration\rquote . I guess I\rquote m just lucky we didn\rquote t watch a movie about how cute Buffalo are. We\rquote d have three of them \endash and they need their paper changed more than daily.

How was your weekend?