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Monday, May 31st, 1999 - Memorial Day

This Time Last Year	How's your holiday weekend been, my doves? Mine has been pretty damn good, especially considering I really didn't plan anything special for my three days off.
	Friday and Saturday were actually pretty mellow. I hung out with David, working in the garden and on my bike. The garden is so lush - we've picked pounds of snowpeas by now, and we're halfway through eating salads of our Oak Leaf lettuce. The herbs are being used regularly too. I get a real kick out of coming home and fixing a salad made almost entirely out of my garden. Nummy.
	The bird feeder has attracted the pigeon Mafia, so we're no longer filling it. :-( The little birds still come around, but so do the rats with wings, and our yard is too small to tolerate such pests. I hope the little ones stick around once the pigeons get the hint...does anyone know of a way to deter pigeons while attracting songbirds? Anyone? Didn't think so.
	Sunday I decided to go to Carnivale in the Mission. The highlight for me (since I procrastinated and completely missed the parade) was buying a fetching little blue sundress. I could have spent hundreds easily at this booth which had dresses and sarongs made out of uniquely dyed fabrics. My dress looks like ancient symbols mixed in with the water, air or even celestial motifs. It's pretty cool. I also bought a very nice sarong, in tawnier colors.
	'Twas cool I bought the dress, because I ended up wearing it to a rather exclusive party in the City later that night. Ed had invited me, and Rebecca and her David drove. I got kinda nervous, as I'm wont to do at big parties, but Rebecca took me under her wing and we ended up having a great time. At one point the hostess called in the corners, which made me very glad and homesick at the same time. This weekend is the Elf Fest, back at Lothlorien, and I've been thinking about that all weekend. Will you think me silly if I tell you I actually connected with the energy from Lothlorien? It's amazing what some drums, good friends, and some unaltered pagan energy can do.
	Today David and I went to see The Phantom Menace. I'll say. It dragged in the middle, most of the action feeling more like a video game with overwrought cutaway scenes. Oh well.
	And where am I right now? I'm hungry, waiting for David's spaghetti sauce to cook, taking advantage of his 28.8 modem. Whoo-wee, this baby just flies by my 14.4!
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