...with the deck. Got the furniture stained, the outdoor rug down, the umbrella up. Started another "Zen" corner on the other sided of the futon sofa, broke down the old barbecue. Got ALL the remaining garbage off, started a lettuce pot. Got a tan.
Did more thinking. It's dumb, I know, but I'm having flashbacks... thinking about Vegas and what it was to plan the trip. So much anticipation. Such a great ride. Horrible letdown. I could have gone to see him today; there was a function I was invited to where I knew he'd be, but I decided not to go. The deck made Central Park seem really far away, and besides... I wasn't in the mood to keep my guard up. So I stayed on the deck. All day. And I'm glad I did.
I didn't see a soul today, other than UN. And I saw her from the roof. I finally forced the kid off the couch and over to the Moon's house. I have to figure out how to get him out while he's home... that kid will sit on the couch all damn day. Him and MMB have an amazing amount of shit in common: laconic, sardonic, and musical. And love the damn television.
I have a ton of jobs to finish... a ton of housework to do. But the deck is almost done.