I'm so happy that Kristi Yamaguchi won American Idol and that David Cook won Dancing with the Stars. Wait a minute, that's not right...
My wife, who IS happy Kristi won on Dancing, and daughter, who was rooting for some guy (hey, I don't watch), are going away this weekend to visit the parents/grandparents. Oh, boy, this means I can set my own agenda! Come now - on these rare occasions, there's always a list. Surprisingly, only a couple of them have come from my wife, and a bunch of it comes from my internal sense of responsibility. In roughly the order of importance:
* Pay some bills. I ran out of checks last week. While most things I have paid automatically or online, there are a couple that I hadn't set up or aren't available to be paid that way.
* Burn some CDs for some people; they know who they are.
* Cut the grass. I have a standard, Roger-powered machine, and if I don't cut it every week (or even more frequently), I'll have go borrow someone's gas-driven machine.
* Move a bunch of CDs from the inconvenient furniture we bought a few years ago to some drawers I bought at a library auction a couple weeks ago. A MASSIVE undertaking I'll probably do in sections.
* See the movie Iron Man. If I don't see it now, I'll never see it.
* Watch two movies on DVD that I borrowed MONTHS ago from friends and haven't seen yet, Defending Your Life with Albert Brooks, and Independence Day. I've never seen either of them.
* Take the CD player to the shop to see if I can get it to work. It doesn't seem to recognize that there is actually a CD IN the machine on a regular basis. I end up using the boom box, if I can wrestle it from my daughter.
* Read a week's worth of newspapers.
* Watch at least some recorded TV.
* Write two blog pieces that have been floating in my mind for weeks, plus some ten-part thing I started a while ago, for which I BLAME TOSY.
* Get printer cartridges. I used up the last black one, and the color one just doesn't work.
Then there's church on Sunday morning and cleaning and laundry at some point. The problem with The List is that it's always longer than the amount of time available to do the items on The List.
G is for Dick Gregory: activist, comedian, writer
17 hours ago