From Dale, the younger, as he shows me a new black tee shirt with skulls of neon colors, "I hate these colors.  In fact, this will be my least favorite tee shirt, but Ashley will love it.  I got it for her."  Ashley is his girl friend.

From a friend of my son Gary while talking to me, "Gary doesn't have any ugly friends."  At my puzzled expression, he continued, "Really, Gary doesn't have any ugly friends."

From Will, as we were out looking at plants on Saturday, when I suggested one plant might make a nice gift for me, so that, you know, his siblings wouldn't give him a hard time about not giving me a gift, "My gift is spending time with you.  You don't see them spending their Saturday running from place to place as you look at flowers."

 Yesterday:

Woke after a little nap (prior to nap, I'd read some short fiction prior to the nap, a story or two out of Jonathan Strahan's Best Fantasy 1) and worked on the opening of a fantasy story, mine, about community and fairy tales and legend tripping, but I'm not for sure yet, because it is only part of an opening.  

Rushed Josie to the high school so that she could take her SATs.  She plans upon graduating next January, attending a small school in Indiana, majoring in education, grade school ed.

Back home to load the truck with big pots and big buckets and a little bucket, plastic bags and Will.

To Wal-Mart, for a spade, but actually two of them, and batteries.  To Burger King for Cini-Minis and water.

At the community recycling plot, with Will, filled pots and buckets and bags with fresh black soil-- only a little twiggy and rocky but it depended upon where one dug.  Heard and watched the geese at the closeby, tiny pond carry on.  One breeding couple with six babies.  Also killdeer flying and crying.  Took a break to eat breakfast.

To the car wash, to wash the mud from the community plot, off the truck.  

Home, again.  Plant tomatos and peppers in the pots.  (Dale every-single-year wants to plant tomatoes and peppers and although we have tried vegetable gardens a couple of times, that does not work for us.  The past five-six-seven-eight years  we have done nothing except hang a planter or two.  This year I determined Dale would have his goodies)  Also, there was pick-up the yard.

Checked email and read LJ friend list.

Picked up Josie.

Took a nap.

After nap, to the drive-in, in business since the late fifties, for dinner.  Mine vegetable soup, grilled cheese, onion rings and Pepsi.  I couldn't eat it all.  I'd sent Will to KMart to look around while we waited, so after the pick-up, browsed the garden shop for potted plant ideas.  I love leaves and plants made of vine.  The front porch is north facing and doesn't get much sun, any suggestions?

After dinner, housecleaning.  

Picked up Josie from work.  

Checked LJ friend list.  Answered a question on a post.  

Josie, Will and I saw "Iron Man."  Oooh, lovely fight scenes, flight scenes, and I get all geeky over genius.  We were among maybe a dozen people who stayed past the credits for the treat.  

Dale Sr was sleeping when we came home, so I quietly did some housework for a couple of hours.

Then, finished reading Sybil's Garage no. 5, which I will discussion as soon as I get a chance to write something up.  Fell asleep after three am.

I didn't even notice.  I was at work at the time they said it occurred.  I was cleaning my coater then and, yeah, I didn't notice a thing.   

 The two youngest children are on spring break and I miss my daughter who is away for the week, so a bit of dialog from one of her earlier conversations.

Josie to the the drive-through checkout boy:  You're ugly.

Checkout boy:  You're disgusting.

Josie:   I'm filing a complaint with your manager.