mamma mia

My crazy neighbor is at it again. I can hear screaming, shouting, and banging through the walls. I'm half tempted to call the cops, because even though I'm pretty certain that he's alone, it sure sounds like someone's being beaten. Eek.

It's very dark & dreary out again. This has been the greyest September that I can recall; much more like November or March in its dreariness. I sure hope next weekend is nice-- there's a Celtic music fest in Hartford on Saturday, and Sunday is Pagan Pride Day. It sure would suck if the weather were like this.

I have to go out to the grocery store to get the rest of the ingredients for the pasta dish I'm making for tonight's after-ritual feast. It sounds really good, and if it's a success, I will post the recipe here. It has fresh tomatoes, basil, and brie. I stopped at the farm stand on the way home yesterday and got the tomatoes, and Diane from work gave me some fresh basil from her garden. Yummmmmm!

Oh jeez, there he goes again. *rolls eyes*

mamma mia

My crazy neighbor is at it again. I can hear screaming, shouting, and banging through the walls. I'm half tempted to call the cops, because even though I'm pretty certain that he's alone, it sure sounds like someone's being beaten. Eek.

It's very dark & dreary out again. This has been the greyest September that I can recall; much more like November or March in its dreariness. I sure hope next weekend is nice-- there's a Celtic music fest in Hartford on Saturday, and Sunday is Pagan Pride Day. It sure would suck if the weather were like this.

I have to go out to the grocery store to get the rest of the ingredients for the pasta dish I'm making for tonight's after-ritual feast. It sounds really good, and if it's a success, I will post the recipe here. It has fresh tomatoes, basil, and brie. I stopped at the farm stand on the way home yesterday and got the tomatoes, and Diane from work gave me some fresh basil from her garden. Yummmmmm!

Oh jeez, there he goes again. *rolls eyes*