Lazy

miz_geek tagged me for that quote meme, but after about 15 tries, I still couldn't find five quotations I thought were really me, and I'm too lazy to hunt deeper.

We've been riding the bikes around a bunch. Went down to Bob's BMW today to get new tires put on squirrel_magnet's bike. It needs more work done to it sometime in the next few thousand miles, but for now, it's good to go for a trip to Pittsburgh over Labor Day weekend.

I'm thinking about decaf iced tea. It's not hot out at all right now, but I am thirsty.

Twenty years ago next week I started work on my MBA at St. Edwards.

Things to do on Thursday:

call pet-sitter for labor day weekend

call Montgomery Village Foundation to finalize arrangements for a band board meeting

clean at least half of the rabbit litter boxes and guinea pig cages

find paperwork to start in on amended tax return

work on christmas carols I'm arranging for band

finish border on baby afghan for great-nephew

read a few books.

I finished Subject to Debate, an older collection of Katha Pollitt's columns from The Nation - since I just got the newest collection, I figured I really better read the old one. I'm about halfway through Sweet & Low, a memoir of Brooklyn, sugar, America, organized crime, and the Jews. I've read a couple of murder mysteries - reread Unhinged by Sarah Graves, part of a terrific series; catching up on some of Charlaine Harris's Aurora Teagarden mysteries which I seem to have overlooked (I thought I had read the series but I apparently missed several).

Shades of 1973!

Gas lines. The Shell station on our corner is $2.929 today for regular, but the one half a mile away is $2.849, so of course it's worth going there. Premium - which is what my bike requires - is higher but still the cheapest in town. So there were gas lines. People chatting while they waited. The cars are sleeker, and the people would look pretty funny to someone stuck in '73, especially those bluetooth phone things in the ear, but otherwise, it was a strangely familiar and sort of nostalgic experience. Anyway, I had run 222 miles exactly, on 3.235 gallons of gas. 66 mpg! Highway mileage is always fun! (Even squirrel_magnet's bike got 43 mpg according to today's fillup!)

What I was doing in 1973: dropping in and out of college, starting over as an accounting major in night school, working as a bookkeeper during the day, breaking up with a boyfriend and moving into a rooming house.