What a lovely day I've had. I've finished all but two of the books I've had out of the library, am down to the boring one I've tried to read in between each of the other 15 really interesting ones, and the sociological study of Amish culture. Strangely enough, these are two seperate books. The boring one is just an uninspired story about flat, uninteresting characters. I won't name the book or author, so's not to embarrass anyone, but it's called Sort of Rich by James Wilcox. Just terrible. It's like he's trying to write a book by Larry McMurtry, only the way McMurtry'd do it if he was in a coma. And was a terrible writer. Plus it seems like the author hates each and every character (for which, I don't blame him) and the reader too. Uhgh. The text on the Amish is still dragging because I'm still in the beginning where the author is explaining what he's changed since the last edition and defining his terms so you understand in what ways he means the Amish are a folk culture and in which ways they deviate from one. The only thing about reading about the Amish, a cultural group I've long admired, is that approximately every page and a half I have to put the book down and do something absolutely filthy. Drink a beer, leer at a teenaged boy, tweak my own nipple, it's terrible. The Amish are corrupting me! Help! This morning I read 6 pages without stopping and I had to throw the book on the couch and knit a Jolly Roger Flag. It turned out great. I used the yarn I dyed the other day for the field and a pure white for the skull and bones. Picture soon to follow, as if you believed me any more. As god is my witness, I WILL post pictures one day. It's just that the new computer is ordered, but it keeps getting delayed, (because our computer guy's dad is in the end stage of terminal cancer and he's just a little preoccupied with assuring his dad's comfort and quality of life in his last weeks on Earth) and it's not worth putting the $40 usb port in the old computer (except maybe it is, I don't know. We're going to keep this one running so I can still check my e-mail even when mom needs to play solitaire for 450 hours straight, and so other people can check their e-mail when I need to edit my blog template for 450 hours straight), and everytime I go somewhere where maybe I can save the pics to disk, something terrible happens. So screw it. I could have took the damn camera to Walmart or somewhere and had them put on a cd by now, for like 9 bucks. Jeez. Well, I did submit to doing it my mom's way, so I don't know why I'm surprised I've had the camera this long and still can't post fricking pictures to my blog. I even figured out how to host them without paying a million dollars. I just can't get them out of the damn camera. Oh, well.
Forget that. After I knitted the flag and read a little, I went to drink beer and mow the back lawn, which was fun (I know, that's nuts), until I ran over the cord anyway (it's an electric mower, which is why it's fun, that and the beer) because everyone in the house came out to "see if I needed help" (read: stand around looking at me and unnerve me to the point that I ran over the cord). So then I went to my room while they fixed the cord, and I drank more beer, and me and mom took Dad out to eat chicken fried steak for his birthday. We walked down to the diner, three blocks, and back, and it was fun. Overall, a good day. Mmmmm.