Testing: One, Two, Three.

So what possesses me to start this thing today exactly I don't know. Anyhow, here I am, and no less foolhardy enough to allow comment from the likes of you, the reader.

I like the interface. I wonder what this'll wind up looking like on the webpage, but don't really have time to go into making it all perfect typographically and such. I'm at the Flying Star in the old Southern Union Gas building downtown and they close in about an hour and twenty minutes.

Ouch. I just lost the most wonderful description of my day. This is why I like old typewriters, like my Princeton Royal: built 1923, still types *perfectly*. Maybe you can't backspace, but you won't lose a couple of really good paragraphs for accidentally hitting the trackpad. Serves me right for starting this enterprise on Friday, 13 May, 2005(C.E.). Yes I'm a nightmare to spelling and grammarcheck programs. I don't use them. I make the language my own.

Anyhow: the highlight of the day was driving two five foot tall, seven-gallon Japanese Maples in the "waterfall" style back to Sissy's from Plant World. Charles naturally couldn't carry them as the Mercedes was full of flats and potting soil. The one in the front seat stuck up through the sunroof, and I couldn't see out the inside rearview mirror. I was covered in foliage, peering out as I drove. Naturally I went 25mph all the way. Wore my new white kid gloves to pot those. Yesterday was fantastic: a strange autumnal day in may, raking in leaves at Los Arboles. Two truckloads of them. Then pulling little elms from the informal Asian styled garden at the West side of the house.

Trackpads open up all sorts of new possibilities for interesting typographical errors. "Tap", and suddenly you're continuing your sentence three paragraphs up, in the midst of some completely different sentence. Not complaining, mind you. I wouldn't want to even try typing in Chinese without it. As it is I'm learning the Kangxi Radicals and can put together little phrases on the Chinese equivalent of the order of "see dick run". Actually I can pretty well describe some very real things, like who I am and what I do and what colour my tongue fur is. But since I don't know how to import Chinese ideographs into the blog (yet!), you'll just have to wait on my backstory as it unfolds over time.

And I'd be thrilled to give you the backstory but I wouldn't know how far back to go. I'm not a samurai and don't read off ancestral names when riding into battle. Besides, whose names would I use? I change my heritages on a whim. Life stories, too, to some degree. At any rate, this thing's about the present day, not years ago experiences.

I'm too full of water and must use the bathroom, but here's a new problem: what to do with the computer? This is strange. What a dilemma. Tell me this isn't the wealthiest place on earth. How many people would *love* to have just this crisis to deal with?

Tomorrow may work or may go to a meeting about the proposed new Uranium enrichment facility near Eunice. Probably will do the latter. I worked three hours today, seven the day before that, and man I sure could use a break from cutting tulips, daffodils, and potting agapanthus in gardens destined for the pages of Architectural Digest. Yeah, life's hard.

I found the bathroom. It's just past the outdoor upstairs patio, in magazines, behind the mezannine. I love this place and don't frankly care if it's free advertising or not. Depending whether tomorrow's interesting or not I may return. I will, in time, at any rate.

It's getting near close. ("close" + "mezannine" = "mezoseannine", btw) Wonder if I have the courage to open up that dreadful free web-based email program which shall go without naming. We'll see. Until later -- be well