Memorial Day

So. we're coming up on Memorial Day weekend. Remind me again the purpose of this Holiday? So we can have a Monday off in May? Is that it? I'm sure it has something to do with armed services, a race in Indianapolis, or something like that.

Not that I'm against having another day off, hell, this new and improved person I'm becoming is all for another day off. It's just kind of an antiquated idea. Sort of like Daylight Savings time.

Anyway. Everyone enjoy their long weekend.

Potter

I haven't written about Potter and friend in a while.

I visited him yesterday. They sold the digs in the city and bought some land just outside of town. Great big house that needs a bunch of work, seven acres of land that needs even more work, but they've got what they wanted.

Potter and friend are ambitious folks; creative at things. Potter, obviously has skills with the clay. Fantastic skills at that. Plus, he plans to build an out building for the numerous wheels and kilns he has.

Friend is equally skilled but landscape and domestic skills dominate in her life. Down near where the driveway meets the road, she's putting in a desert themed garden to make the house really stand out to people looking for the house. That'll help a lot.

Potter helped me through some serious shit a while back, and I'll owe him big time for that. SLPTG doesn't think too highly of Potter, but that's her problem. It's got more to do with things Potter has said/done to her friends than her, but nonetheless SLPTG is not a big fan.

It was nice to have (most of) a day to just do meaningless stuff, hang out with Potter, take the long way home from there, etc. It was a nice day.

Forms

Alright, confessional.

I did something I thought I'd never do. Forgive me, for it has been a long time since my last confessional. My most recent crime against humanity: form letter to friends. I know it doesn't sound that bad, but it gets worse.

I've been really busy lately. SLPTG and I doing stuff, working, you know, the usual. Well, in my e-mail inbox, I keep recent e-mails from friends to remind me that I need to write them. Guilt. It's a wonderful motivator, but guilt will only take you so far, and there are only 24 hours in my day (I'm working on that, though). So, I've had these messages in my inbox staring at me for like the past three weeks. I know, three weeks isn't that long to go between writing. Hell, there are some people I don't even write to every three months. Well, I try to be better with these folks.

So, I pen a quick 140 words or so to a friend, and I get to the end, and I say, "huh, that's pretty good. I should send that to so and so." Well, instead of cc'ing it (come on, I'm not a heathen), I copied it, sent the message, then pasted it in a new message, as though it was written over again. Sweet Jesus, that was easy. I sent out five or six of them, but, crap I felt guilty. Plus, I didn't want to get greedy and have some overlapping. Greed. Didn't want to get outted by greed.

So, if you get an e-mail from me that's pretty non-descript, non-commital and looks like it could be a form e-mail. I'm doing my best. Really, I am. No, really, I am.