dog thinking 'Does woof or bark better express my postmodern angst?'Saturday night, Stephanie and I went up to Payson to see a bunch of the trivia people and Patty and Spencer. This was pretty good. They’d made vegetarian lasagna, salad, bread, and appetizers, so we all had plenty of food. Apparently, javelinas roam through the subdivision that Patty and Spencer are in. The tiny “BeyoncĂ©’s cousin” chicken Stephanie and I had bought was sort of eclipsed by the 3′ tall “Mini-BeyoncĂ©” chicken statue that Kelli, Dan, and Karen had pooled their money to get. Only two of Patty and Spencer’s five cats wanted anything to do with all of the people in the house. But anyway, it was fun even though it took a while to drive up to Payson and drive back.

Sunday was a bit more relaxed. I did laundry, got groceries, and attempted to find a copy of Ghost Story by Jim Butcher, since Mom tried to send me a copy and wasn’t successful. The first bookstore I went to didn’t have any copies. I don’t know how that happened. OK, Jim Butcher’s not exactly Herman Melville, but he’s been on the NYT Bestseller List multiple times. I went to another bookstore, and they had several copies, so I bought one. Kind of odd, but that’s what you get sometimes.

Lots of stuff to do this week. Hope it’ll all work out well. . . .