New Car

Today we take the Toy back to the dealer to have the Lo-jack thingy installed.
They are also going to treat the upholstery with Armor-all or something because we ordered the dark upholstery and they sent the light.
And put some kind of coating on the paint.
I don' wanna even know about it.
We bought the lifetime service package and extended warranty because I don' wanna have to deal with taking care of it.

I planned on revealing my newly formed theory today about dinosaur sizes based on some startling new discoveries I've made about bone technology.

But Later for that.

Sunday, we take the Prion (I mean Prius) to lake Quinault for several days of lakeside lounging as a changeup from our Lake Washington lakeside lounging.

Missing my first lesson at SCCC, it figures.
There are omens abounding here. Are they trying to tell me to give up music?
Are they telling me to buzz off?
Am I just to dense, thick, insensitive and obtuse to get the fact that my lack of musical sophistication and inability to play any instrument excludes from the society of real musicians?

I can't even seem to be able to hire players to prop up my artistically anorexic ego.

Zach, over at Gathering Note has a nice article about the Seattle Philharmonic, the opening concert of which I will miss even more, now that I've read.

My mind is beginning to wander so this must be the punch line to today's joke.

So the dog says, "If you think that parachute is going to do you any good, you're outa your mind".

Oh, wait, did I mention that the dog was a poodle?

No wait, maybe it was a cat.

Darn!