My day.

Worked the Grill Bar this morning. A woman came in at 11:30, which is before we officially open, and ordered a draft beer, which, since I was already set up, I served. She stayed at the bar until about 1, had a total of three beers, and was just a lot of fun to have there. She lives in Chicago, and was staying at the Harvard Club while in Boston.

Her family's been in Boston for generations: Stoneham is named for one of her ancestors. Her mother is really very big on the glory of her ancestors; this has always annoyed her. Once, when she was a kid, she got totally fed up with her mother going on and on about how great their family was, and quoted Plutarch: "It is indeed a desirable thing to be well-descended, but the glory belongs to our ancestors."

Her mother slapped her for that.

She made a good chunk of her money as a banker. Ken Lay's indictment was on TV; she mentioned that it wasn't fair that they weren't going to torture him to death. At one point in her career, she worked down the street from Andrew Fastow.

Back when Enron was riding high, some of her friends tried to get her to invest in it. She looked over the company, and found that the CFO was Andrew Fastow, and backed away FAST. See, Andrew Fastow was known far and wide as "Fast Andy", for his dishonesty and trickery.

She was just neat, and it was fun talking to her.

After my shift, I went home, showered, made whipped cream and decorated a chocolate pie I made, and went out to a sheva bracha celebration at the house of some friends, for the brother of one of them. Was cool; was a lot of people who I like and virtually never see.

Oh, something I've been thinking for the past half a week or so.

I'm now less worried about a possible terrorist attack in Boston during the DNC than I was.

Why?

Because the absolute BEST opportunity for a terrorist attack was five days ago. I mean, the Esplanade July 4th concert is 1) televised, 2) symbolic, 3) tens of thousands of people packed very close together for a high body count, 4) impossible to secure, so there would be relatively easy to attack.

The DNC isn't really going to offer any targets as attractive as that.

It's possible, of course, that something WAS planned, and was intercepted and stopped, but I sort of feel that Ashcroft would have boasted about it by now.

Low spoon day

I'm having one of those days where my limbs feel like there are weights strapped to them. I'm not, precisely, feeling unmotivated, it's just that moving is very difficult.

Dave accidentally damaged our basement door a couple days ago, and it doesn't close. I need to fix that because, a couple years ago, someone broke in through that door and stole stuff from our downstairs neighbors. So it is absolutely unacceptable for this to be not fixed. I had boarded it closed for about half a day, but Dave took that down since he was using the door -- but didn't put it back up again afterwards.

Plus, the glass -- actually, plastic, thankfully -- on our storm door broke sometime last night. So I have to find a way to fix that.

With what money, I don't know.

At least last night was good with going to the sheva brachot and seeing people. And stuff. Stuff was good.

But Dave appears to be going through one of his flaky weeks, which, of course, he does, being nineteen and all. He's a really good kid, and I love him and all, but half of that is that he's a kid.

I sometimes feel like he doesn't tell us when he breaks stuff around the house because he's afraid that we'll be upset, so we have to find out about it on our own and then ask him, and he owns up to it and all.

And I understand that, really I do -- I've frankly only recently gotten comfortable going up to people of my own intitiative and saying, "Guess what, I screwed up and messed this up, how do I fix it?" But it's annoying.

So I'm posting this to my livejournal, figuring that he'll see it.

Hi Dave! If something breaks, if you break something, let me know! We'll fix it.

Memage

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How dumb is the downstairs cat?

Persephone found a dead beetle on our floor.

And attempted to eat it.

And failed.

She would attempt to eat it, and it would slide around, so she'd whack it with her paw, and it would go skittering off, and spook the heck out of her.

Yes, Sephie was outsmarted by a dead beetle.

Oh, well. Oops.

Dresden Dolls are sold out, so Lis and I aren't at the concert. But we did go downtown and walk around the river for several hours first, so the trip was hardly wasted.

Then we heard Dave come home. Which surprised me, because I knew he was looking forward to the show. In fact, he'd been part of their "street team" putting up posters and flyers and generally promoting the show.

Yes. But apparently he realized when he got there that there was one thing he'd FORGOTTEN to do, and that was "buy a ticket."

So, I hope it's a great show and all of you at the show had a good time. But we weren't there.

Also, I really hated the rhododendron bush in our front yard, and Dave chopped it down, which I'm happy about.