Utterly Random Friday Musings

I've got nuthin' today. But since my fingers begin to itch if I don't post something, I present a completely arbitrary and utterly useless selection of thoughts. Take 'em or leave 'em:

**Got my hair cut last evening. I confess one of my very few personal indulgences is that I go to a salon that charges $45 per cut. It isn't a question of being fru-fru or metrosexual or whatever, it's just that my long time (I shudder to say it) stylist does a great job and I need all the help I can get.

I always feel better after a haircut - fresher, neater, perhaps even stronger. It's almost a reverse-Samson thing.

**It's surprising how well the movie Ghostbusters holds up after all this time.

** Turned on the tee vee just in time to see Wily Mo crush it into the Chesapeake. Woo Hoo! Going to be an interesting series this weekend in the Bronx, hopefully giving Steve-O lots of fresh Red Sawx Nation Village Idiot Update material. In the meantime, Gary and Michelle ought to be trembling in their boots at the thought of the Mets having to face the Nats. [Whoops, accidentally toggled the sarcasm switch there.]

** The Seven Year Old has her very first piano recital Sunday afternoon, in which she will serve up a short rendition of the theme from the second movement of Haydn's "Surprise" Symphony. I don't know how she'll do under the pressure in terms of her performance, but I do know that her curtsy afterwards will wow 'em.

**If the fields dry out in time, the Nine Year Old will have her first start as golie tomorrow. I've been boring her with a lot of Last Line of Defense talk, largely (I think) because I like that expression so much.

** I had my standard anxiety dream last night, which is odd because things are going along just fine at the moment. For years and years I had nightmares about tornadoes. Once I got out of that stage, it changed to being chased by a T-Rex. For the past five years or so, it's been believing I've awakened in a house completely covered in booby-traps and that I had to defuse them all before somebody else got hurt. Sometimes, like last night, I'm half awake and half asleep, dreaming but knowing that I'm dreaming. It can be quite discombobulating. Probably just as well that I never got into 24 or else I'd be mumbling about securing the perimeter and getting a schematic of the bedroom now!

**Lots of yard stuff to do this weekend - getting out the peony stands, putting up anti-deer netting, etc., etc. And finally there are beginning to be some things worth photographing. Regular reader Babs has been after me for a long time to put up some pics of my Dicentra. It's blooming now, and if I can wrestle the camera away from the Missus, I promise to put one up.

**Speaking of the Missus, I was idly looking at a photo taken when she took her class on its annual trip to the Capital and suddenly realized that in it Pete Domenici had his arm around her. Bastard.

Hoo-kay, that's probably enough to be going on.