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I woke up this morning to a thunderstorm. Usually they don't come through until early evening, but today it rained all morning when it wasn't thundering. Which is good, because we could use the rain. The river looks fairly low, or at least it did yesterday when I went to the library. What I want to know about this whole dam-rebuilding project they're doing is how they got the heavy construction equipment down into the riverbed in the first place. Bulldozers and such don't strike me as amphibious vehicles.

I did end up making key lime pie the other day, and it was almost exactly what I wanted. It needs whipped cream, though. I don't keep cream around and I don't buy milk every week any more anyway. $3.38 per gallon is just this side of ridiculous, but I like milk too much to give it up completely.

My friends in Cleveland called to invite me to stay with them for the weekend of the 4th, which is nifty because I might get two trips to the West Side Market in two weeks. My sister is taking me there and to Trader Joe's for my birthday, which is the 10th. (We want to try making smoked duck for my birthday dinner, and I'll be shocked if we can't get a duck at the West Side Market. Come to think of it, Trader Joe's might have one if we're really lucky.)

I'm compiling a list of semi-incidental things (like haircuts) that I have to spend money on. I keep putting off getting my hair cut. I think I'm going to do it about a week before I go to Boston, so it'll have a chance to grow out just a little and the streak (for which that will be the last hurrah) won't look ridiculous. It looks pretty ridiculous now, but when I put my hair up, it's not so bad. The weather lately has had me putting my hair up constantly.

I should go grocery shopping before the list gets completely out of hand. It keeps sprouting things I don't really need, but want anyway.

omelet, anyone?

It figures that, since I was very careful not to put anything on top of the eggs when I put the groceries in the cart to come home, and since I had visions of disaster every time I went up or down a curb, the bag the eggs were in should get a hole torn in it by something else, and the eggs should therefore fall out through the hole and make a spectacular mess all over my kitchen floor. At least there were two that managed not to break, so I can make myself an omelet for dinner.