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Part of the reason I was going GRRR so much earlier this week is because, for the third week in a row, I had somebody in my apartment rearranging my bathroom. When the guy came to regrout the shower, he discovered that the toilet needed a new gasket, which he didn't have with him so he had to come back the next week. When he replaced the gasket, he discovered that the mechanism in the tank was dying, so he had to buy new parts and come back again this week. Every time he comes, there's something wrong when I get home; at least one thing isn't where I left it. I didn't know that would bother me that much, but apparently it does. Now that everything is back where I want it, and not likely to go wandering around again, I'm better.

Completely unrelated to the Hallmark holiday last weekend (except that I got the idea last Saturday), this weekend I'm delivering a blueberry bush to Noank. Dad has always wanted a blueberry bush, and the Whole Foods I can practically hit with a rock from home is selling them for $15, and that's about as convenient as that sort of thing gets. Besides, I don't think Dad ever met a berry he didn't like, and he's already got strawberries and raspberries growing in the back yard. We might as well go for the trifecta. I just hope they still have blueberry bushes for sale on Saturday, because I fully expect that if I bought one today, it wouldn't be alive on Saturday. Jade plants are the only plants I'm good at.

I have a choice between learning to sing fast by singing Bizet, or by singing Vivaldi. Having listened to both just now, Vivaldi wins (Qui Sedes, from the Gloria). It sounds like Vivaldi was taking lessons from Handel in terms of how many notes he could cram in before the singer turns blue and falls over (or maybe Handel was taking lessons from Vivaldi?), but that's good. Maybe if I have something to think about besides running out of air, I'll stop thinking so much about running out of air.