Vacation

It is amazing what a vacation will do for ones brain capacity. I got to BBQ and relax and sleep this weekend. I saw my friends, watched tv, and read an entire book. I did not think about law once after friday evening. And I felt GREAT when I woke up this morning. The kicker is that I only got one extra day. ONE day. Apparently that is all I really needed. Go figure.

I am such a simple person to please, huh?

Thank you, but I've had enough responsibility for one day

It is days like today that I wonder why I left my fishing boat in Alaska. I mean, honestly, a 125 ft. flat fish trawler, full of fishermen, slimely fish, 16 hour days and 20 foot waves in 10 degree weather sounds downright wonderful. At least the fish won't threaten to sue me...

**Does this post seem like it is missing something? It is. I deleted my rantings as they are probably not for human consumption (or mostly because I like to keep this blog from getting me in trouble...)**

Blame it on the weatherman...

If you are from the northeast (or anyplace that has four seasons) you have heard the expression "if you don't liek the weather, wait five minutes." This is an annoying phrase, mostly because people who say it with frenquency seem to either think they are orignial and funny, or somehow believe that their town/village/patch of grass is different then over half the country (sorry death valley, find your own saying.) Regardless if it's lack of humor, the phrase is often true. Spring time here in NY is one of those truths. I expected this weekend to be rainy and ugly. As such, I canceled my plans to watch an outdoor concert today, because I figured that it would be grey and rainy. Why would I think this? Because the weatherman tells me so. All of them. "It will be grey and rainy." "Overcast and showers." Pick the expression, that was the weather report, aka, not so fun for an outdoor concert. I wake up this morning? Sun. Yup, sun. Blue skies, little puffy white clouds. But I ALREADY CANCELLED MY PLANS.

Needless to say, I was kinda bummed. Happily, my dad needed help tearing apart a big ol' tree he tore down. So I spent the better part of my morning dragging branches across the back yard. And as a bonus, I climbed up one of the other trees in the yard to cut down some damaged branches that were hanging off the tree.

You know something? it was wonderful. I got a bunch of sun. I got to talk to my dad, about nothing and everything. I even did some gardening with my mom, which made her very happy. It was totally not what I planned, and it was perfect.

I blame it on the weatherman...