Random Saturday Morning This N' That

***The Nats dropped their eighth straight last evening. I'm not sure which was worse for the eldest Llama-ette (who watched the game with me) - seeing her team lose yet another infuriatingly close one or having to listen to the Old Man gas on about never, never, never giving up.

***Signs of Spring I: Put the top down on the ol' Jeep yesterday for the first time this season. When I picked up the middle Llama-ette from soccer practice, she was delighted, especially as I had her favorite Mary Chapin Carpenter CD ready to go as well.

***Signs of Spring II: Somehow or other, I am already monstrously behind in my gardening tasks. The good news this year is that we actually found a neighborhood kid who is willing to mow the yard for me, a rayther unusual phenomenon in my pampered little NoVA enclave. I'm hoping that with the extra time, I may be able to keep up a little better this year.

***I've noticed that I seem to hold some special attraction for cats and crazy people. I wonder if there's a connection?

***I haven't really posted much about politics lately, but I will say this here and now: the election this fall will be McCain's to lose. And I certainly hope he doesn't do that.

***I had a dream within a dream last night. Isn't that a funny sensation? The interior dream (as it were) was that I was attending Mass in a rural, Bavarian-looking church (heavy timbers and white-washed walls). A wild assortment of rustics sat in the back with musical instruments. The whole thing had a comical air about it until they started playing. The musick they produced was so heavenly that it changed the entire tone of the proceedings, making them solemn, special and, well, holy. It was a wonderful sensation. The exterior dream (if you will) was that I woke up to discover myself sitting in front of another church with the Missus. I told her about my interior dream and then we got ready to go into the second church together. Make what you will of that.

***Since Easter I have been indulging in P.G. Wodehouse again. Two of my non-Jeeves-story favorites are Hot Water and Money In The Bank, both written in the late 30's/early 40's when the old boy was at the height of his powers. (Indeed, I believe Plum wrote Money while interned by the Nazis.) If you haven't read 'em, I would heartily recommend getting your hands on a copy.