improvement

So I'm guessing this antidepressant is working.

I did a couple loads of wash today, and even vacuumed the house. Thoroughly.

I'm scared. Maybe I'm turning into a Stepford wife.

I thought we were friends... I thought we were friends... friends... coffee... how could you do a thing like that? Like that? Like that? Like that? Friends... friends...

best restaurant in town

Our neighbor Rossana had the idea to get together some evening this week. My job was herding all the various parties to attend.

The weather today was superb - about 70 degrees, not a cloud in the sky. Couldn't have asked for a better evening.

We grilled mahi mahi, salmon, chicken sausages, and enjoyed various Colombian dishes prepared by Rossana and some less exotic stuff (potato and macaroni salads) from the grocery store. We made 4 liters of sangria, too.

The four dogs behaved themselves. (We didn't bring ours. Zach would have been a p.i.t.a., and Rossana's big dog Dali thinks Zach is his personal bitch. Zach is not fond of being "ridden".) None of them begged for food, though Dali was rather enjoying swimming with the lone otter and then drying himself on Rossana.

So this is us at our own beach, enjoying an amazing spring evening. We packed up in full daylight at 9:15 p.m. It was a good day.

quotable quote

My friend Bill, with regards to his wife, my dear friend AC and her gardening efforts, which evidently require his help from time to time:

"She'd work the freakin' hump off a camel."

I'm so confused

1) I've rejoined the ranks of anti-depressant users. I got really tired of the pointless stressing, inability to think clearly, obsessive thoughts and self-destructive interference. This is day 5, I think. I feel a little wired, but most of the jitters have settled down.

The best way I can describe my depression is that it's been like viewing the world under a dim light. I saw and could enjoy the beauty, the fun, the laughter and good company, but I couldn't really feel it. The detachment was getting old. Maybe this will help. In any case, I voted for myself by talking with my amazing physician about it.

2) A dear old friend in Ohio has just been diagnosed with stage 3b endometrial cancer. We've talked a couple of times in the past few days. She's a bit older than me, and I've been an honorary member of her family for about 20 years. She hesitated to call me at first because we haven't been in touch for a few years (though her father visited us last summer) and she felt funny about it. I reminded her that we don't have a requirement for keeping in touch. I'm thinking maybe I can help her out when it's time for radiation, as she has retinopathy brought on by diabetes, and can't drive herself.

3) A good friend is having some difficulty with her son's pre-school situation. Evidently a child has harassed him and hit him. She and her husband are ordering the child to hit back. To the extent that the father has told the son (who's just about to turn 4) that if he doesn't hit back, he (the father) will hit the son. WTF!?!?!?! I tried as best I could to stfu when she was telling me this story, as she was upset and pretty riled about the school. I wanted to ask: Do you really want to teach your son that violence is the proper course of action? Did you really just tell me that your husband threatened your son with violence if he did not react with violence toward the kiddie bully at pre-school? I was horrified. But I could tell it wasn't the moment to reflect back to her what she was telling me. Holy hell!

What would bacon do? Cuz I surely don't know what.