Home Improvement

Today I was forced to do some actual home improvement.  On Thursday the hose that connects the water to the garden irrigation system burst and was squirting water out underneath the patio and soaking everything but the plants.  I used my best 911 fix and put packing tape around the hole.  (Because I didn't have any duct tape.)  But packing tape turned out to be a poor patch and water was still squirting out all over the place.  Jeff the Handyman is MIA and so I was forced to deal with it by myself since my dad and mom and Max left for San Diego this morning.  I asked Bill what to do, then I went to Home Depot and stood in the PVC section.  I have never had actual useful help at the Home Depot, so I was not surprised when no actual help came to my aide.  Then I came home and realized that what I had purchased wasn't going to work, so after I watched the presentation of awards for the 100e Tour de France which was absolutely fucking amazing (the spectacle à l'Arc de Triomphe) I returned to Home Depot where I stood some more in the PVC section unhelped, until frustrated I called Bill who helped me and with a very good plan devised I came home to realize that my very good plan was not going to work because of the way the pipe was in the ground.  Still not willing to give into tears, I improvised with what I had and now, with PVC primer and cement coating my hands, I'm waiting for it to cure so I can turn on the water and see if it's worked.  And if it hasn't I am just going to burst into tears.

Friday Sara and I went to the Greek Theatre to see Brantley Gilbert.  I love Brantley Gilbert, but sometimes I think my politics may be at odds with country music.  In any case, the concert was fantastic.  We got an email before the concert with "what you should know."  It didn't include that it was a BYO Hula Hoop kind of concert.  

 Early on Sara had spots on her and since I just finished reading Year of Wonders, I diagnosed her with the plague.   She's not succumbed yet to puss sores in her armpits so maybe it was some other kind of disease.

Our date, Mario

It's a long story.

Woooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!

In other news, I continue to be asphyxiated by noxious dog farts.  I'm going to need to purchase the gas mask attachement for my NBC attack grade Camel-bak in order to continue to live at my house.  It's bad.