"'Hush,' she said and gagged me with a spoon."

What a lovely weekend! The weather was absolutely perfect on Saturday, and I spent a few hours working in the garden. There were World Cup parties once again in the duplex next door and the town house across the alley. I followed the game by listening to the shouting from the parties. I picked the first bowl of raspberries of the year, mowed the lawn, fertilized various plants, did some pruning, looked at bees, soaked sun on skin. I became one with the garden, and it felt like I didn't have a worry in the world.

Yesterday I worked on a piece I'm writing for another fanzine, but I'm still having trouble with the ending. I often have trouble with endings. Is that because I am by nature irresolute? Nonetheless, I was happy that the research I had done in Bleiler the day before didn't indicate any contradictions with what I had already written, so that was a win. After that was a Chungatorial meeting at Andy's house. We sat under the deck out back and listened to the insane bird cry in the nearby trees. It is the soundtrack to our fanzine, which is stumbling along very nicely but slowly at this point. Looks as though it will be a bigger-than-normal issue. carl and I stopped at the Big Time on the way back so that I could get another taste of the Old Sol wheatwine.

And that was pretty much it. Gardening, fanzines, beer, and a couple of old movies. Life's simple pleasures.