
Monday. I won’t even go into what my day was like. Suffice to say I didn’t get to capture a moment to share here.
But I’m determined to keep this 365 project going…so here ’tis. Captured in the wee hours of the next morning 🙂

So…. I have my regular appointment with my stylist/hairguy tomorrow that I needed to move out several hours. I called the salon this morning to change the appointment time, and they informed me that Mario is no longer working there as of the day before last, and they had no contact info for him. WHA?! I’ve been going to him for 8 years (!)
Well, Mario called tonight to tell me that he’s got a new gig at the Sax 5th Ave salon in the Arboretum and so we’re on for tomorrow night. Whew.
Unfortunately, this hairline shot that I took earlier today is the only material I have for the day. It may be an all time low for photo blog entries. But, I’ll just call it a self-portrait shot. 🙂 One of these days (apparently not that far off) I’ll just let it go all gray.
But not this week.

When we bought this house 4 years ago (how time flies!) one of the “must haves” that it didn’t have was gas. We love to cook, and we simply LOVE cooking on a gas range. The house was all electric, and our bizarre built-in-the-70s-and-80s neighborhood doesn’t have natural gas plumbed to all the homes. So, our only choice was to have a propane tank put in.
So, we cooked for 3 years on that old crummy electric range. As a part of the big remodel last year, we had a small propane tank installed out back. The nice gas company people said it should only need filling a couple times a year. Since then we have been blissfully enjoying cooking to our hearts’ content on our big, bad gas range.
The only problem is that we’re not sure exactly when we’ll run out of gas. The gauge that the nice gas company people put on our tank reads 70% full. Problem is, it hasn’t moved for 6 months. So, we think that it’s broken and that we really don’t know how much gas is in the tank. So, we called the nice gas company people to ask them to come check the gauge and to please fill the tank. Then, based on how much they put in, we’ll have a rough idea how much gas we burn through in a year and when we need to call for a refill.
The catch-22 is that the nice gas company people say that they use the gauge when they’re filling it to tell them how much is in the tank. So they say they won’t fill it if it says it’s 70% full. >:|
So, at the moment we are basically just waiting to see when we run out of gas. I’ll keep you posted.
In the mean time, I went out to the tank tonight to take a picture of said gauge. See, it’s showing 70%. Then I noticed the small print that says “do not use for filling.” That’s odd. I guess we need to call the nice gas company people again….

Bleh! Dental appointment for twice-a-year cleaning today. One of my least favorite things to do. But do it, I must. At least this time they didn’t break off a part of one of my tiny teeth while cleaning them. Sheesh.
I’m always glad to get out of there. To make it seem like a festive occasion, they always send me home with a goody bag of dental supplies. woo hoo.

Well, let’s see. It’s mid-May. Temperatures have snuck into the low 90s only once or twice this year. We’ve had so much rain in the Fall/Winter that the lake is full (yay!).
The Earth has a short memory, though, because things are looking very parched already in the way back part of the yard.
Let’s see how it looks after another, long summer of 100 degree temps and little rain.

It’s that time of year. If you paid any Federal Income Tax at all for 2009 you are one of the 53% of American households that carry 100% of the tax burden (ref).
I waited until just about the last day to put mine in the mail.
The following is worth reflecting on this Tax Day Eve…
The 10 Cannots (William Boetcker, 1916)

I had a flat from a nail in one of my tires last week. I took it in and had it fixed. Then this weekend I was running some errands and about half-way through discovered the same tire was flat again (grrr). So today I took it back and they talked me into new tires all around, as they were pretty worn and someone used the word “dry rot.” Hard to believe it had been about 6 or 7 years since I bought new ones. How long are they supposed to last?
I love my Audi… it’s 13 years old and going strong.

The damaged Echelon building off of Hwy 183 in the Arboretum — some a-hole crashed a plane into it a week or two back aiming at the IRS office. Tragically, he hit his mark and killed one man that worked there. Thankfully all the others in the building made it out ok — it could have been much worse. The camera was running out of battery, so this was the only shot I was able to take before it conked out. It’s a bit obstructed in this shot, but the big hole where the plane hit is at the bottom of the building just to the right of the post of the highway sign. Very sad.