Watched a terrible chick flick about dating - The Ugly Truth. I'm not sure what it was really trying to say - but it ended up being formulaic. The only reasonable take-away was when the heroine asks the anti-hero why he loves her. He answers, "Beats the shit out of me." Ah, finally the truth. Was that ugly?

Still, watching the movie with the leftovers from '89, those of us who continue to linger in families and around town was cool. It was a nice diversion from staying at home. I think my welcome is starting to get worn out. The parent's are looking for an empty nest and I am to return it to them, with hopefully enough improvements to render memories fonder than present circumstances might warrant.

Let's see... while I've been here we've accomplished a lot on the "honey-do" list created in 2000! Installed fans with remote controls in the bedrooms (stupid overly tight base units!), clean out the unkillable irises, built and installed the murphy bed (without watching the video, and only making 10 fatal flaws), removed a bunch of trees, picked all of the strawberries and those raspberries the wasps didn't eat, and are in the process of fixing up the long neglected vanagon in preparation for my drive around the west. The last is a true win-win; I get a great car to use post-divorce to travel. My dad gets the car fixed for a fraction of the price it would have cost him solely and years earlier. My Mom gets the satisfaction of having that hunk of junk off the lawn. Guess that is a win, win, win. Sweet!

Tomorrow, I go fishing with my childhood friend and protector, Eric C. Looking forward to staring down some inedible fish. Heck - maybe we won't even bring rods.