Another Saturday Night

Today has been peaceful, at least I can say that. Steve and I laid down a drum track on our black box for a demo that we're doing. It was weird being at Chris' house without Chris. We still drank some of his beer and hung out on his patio for a bit.

Since then, I've just been doing a lot of nothing. Talked to my neighbor's dad for awhile in the driveway. He asked if he could take down a tree that was just barely on my property, but appeared to be part of his daughter's landscaping. I said sure, I didn't like having to deal with all those leaves and bugs anyway. I remembered when Kate was here in December and I always had to remind myself not to park so far into the drive or else Kate would have to use a macheté to get out past her door. I went inside and heard him cutting down the tree.

It wasn't that big of a tree to begin with, but when I went out later, it seemed like I could suddenly see the whole block at once. Then it dawned on me that the whole block could now see me as well. It just seems so ... open ... now out there. I don't know. It'll take some getting used to, but it's nice to be able to back the truck all the way up to the house now.

I went to Target tonight and bought three things: a fan, a drill, and a scale. The fan that I have now is more than cooling, but it also makes too much noise when I'm trying to sleep. It has been relocated to the office. The new fan is quieter, taller, and looks nice. The drill is something that every house needs anyway. I have a new mailbox that I've been wanting to put outside, but haven't been able to intstall it without a drill. That will be fixed tomorrow. Plus, the drill also doubles as a screwdriver! The scale I got because Steve and I were horsing around on Chris' scale this afternoon, and the one at Target was only six bucks. I can see how much the cat weighs now.

It's been awhile since a new post has appeared here. This is supposed to be a mutual log from Kate and I. We've been going through the whole immigration cycle, making wedding plans, and more. She's going to quit her job, sell her belongings, pack up, and leave her homecountry to come live in Arkansas with me soon. She's a brave kid, but she still claims that she doesn't have anything to talk about on here. I tell her to just come up with anything. However, you have to keep in mind that Kate could type out the instructions on how to fix a drill bit and I'd still read it with a dreamy look in my eyes.