Weekend, what weekend? I don't remember Friday. I think I feel asleep on the couch in front of the fire. Saturday I wrote and wrote. And painted the house. Sunday-- the reading! An awesome crowd of friends, wonderful support. Earlier I rode my bike for the first time this season. I got sunburned. Only nine miles-- but mostly hills. Then pruning the rose hips, deadheading the chicken and hens, bagging up leaves. Larisa Shepitko's The Ascent (glad Bigelow won for a war film)this wild Russian should have won in 1977, what's wrong with the Academy?


I cannot wait to start the growing.