I get the impression my dad’s bored to death. He’s already fixed a pair of Apple headphones, the Xbox, and the old (non-slim) PS2. He even took a look at Bucket’s unressurectable digital camera.

Friday night he wanted to do something and offered to take us out to dinner. We took him to Mt. Hamill. He wondered why anyone would drive forty minutes for fried chicken… until he had some. He loved the chicken – even bought a whole one to go after we finished eating! It was a total riot. He wants to go back. (Having a trendy eating disorder myself, I eschewed the chicken and had several cocktails with my salad bar. It’s my opinion that chickens are too fucking stupid to eat anyway.)

Saturday I took dear ol’ bored dad into town with me when I went to buy some yarn. We went to the At Home Store and Wal-mart. (I bought yarn to make another pair of Fuzzyfeet and was looking for some Bernat Softee Baby for some volunteer ICU knitting I’m going to be doing, but they only had one skein.) (Look, I even posted this on Iowa Chicks Knitting so it’s legit – I’m knitting stuff, goddamnit!!!)

We visited Revelations so dad could get some used books – naturally he bitched about the prices, as if I could do anything about it, but that’s just how he is. Snort!

I took a nice nap Saturday afternoon, then got up and went to my satsang’s Tsunami fundraiser/auction dinner, where I gorged on yummy Indian food and hugged lots of people. I sat with Greg to eat, since he’d gotten up and lost his chair where his kids were and Christina was in seva mode so he had no date. He told me about his recent Mexico City trip and was a wonderful dinner companion. After eating I did some late-comer serving in the kitchen and a little cleaning up; then I sat and chatted with Puffer and Rosie for quite awhile. (Puffer was in a fabulous lime green jacket of wide cord, with matching jeans. Kids love him because he’s so brightly dressed all the time; it’s a riot.) The was so much food left over that Vaju made me take a plate home “for my husband,” but I ate it for lunch today because Brett doesn’t actually like Indian food.

Tahmi was supposed to be my auction dinner date, but she’s been felled by the flu or something. She sounded like hell when she called me yesteday, the poor dear.

I stopped by The Dew Drop on my way home to collect my dad’s reading glasses – he’d left them there the night before. When I got home, my beloved was miraculously still awake. So. Well. *giggle* Suffice it to say I didn’t get to sleep for awhile!

…actually, I didn’t make it to sleep at all. After an hour of listening to his deep and restful breathing I gave in and got up. I read for awhile, got on the computer, and in general futzed around until I was finally sleepy. (I’d had two cups of chai at the dinner – my first caffeine in over a week – so it was my own damn fault I didn’t get to sleep until three. Hurumph.)

Today I slept way the hell in, then woke up and got preemie booties and Fuzzyfeet on some knitting needles, and then rode with my dad and Brett to town on Brett’s errands.

Now I’m just avoiding folding laundry and finishing the dishes by blogging. I remember telling someone yesterday, “I’m so blogging about this!” but now I don’t remember what “this” was. Snort!