saturday morning, and i'm hearing crickets (tinnitus) even though i have my hearing aids on. the hearing aids make almost anything much louder, so any street noise takes over and i forget about the tinnitus, but this morning, no street noise. no other noise. no house noise. just crickets.

there are sales in the neighborhood, but on my way up broad i saw this totally mangled car; somebody had really plowed into its back corner. i slowed down and tried to figure out whether it had happened on broad but it didn't seem like it, because there was no other glass around and it was properly parked. i'm still a little amazed that anyone could flip a car on broad but they did so now i'm a little wary. broad is just a brick street, room to park on the edges, and in my humble opinion thirty is a pretty good limit for it and one shouldn't push it. maybe you flip by trying to flip, or running up on your side tires just for the sport of it, i don't know. in the case of this mangled car, it was probably in the wrong place at the wrong time, being mangled in back and all. somebody is out a car.

my garden plans are beginning to get going here; that's my weekend.

i'm tired of the whole read marketing thing. i've gotten so i want to read some world war two novels, and have them stacked up in my ku waiting for me. meanwhile i'm slogging on things i don't really like, though a few of them have been good. the admin of two of the sites ripped me off, if i'm not mistaken, and i'm having trouble getting back on the site where an admin can so casually take advantage of people. the other people on those sites are just as bad. there's one site with good and vigilant watching but it very rarely turns to things i can use. but the worst thing is that all three of my books in-creation are just sitting there while i obsess. i have to get moving on the writing angle of it and if i don't what's the point? what is there to market? i'm in kind of a slump.

the guardians are also in a slump; i've taken to keeping good track of baseball, and it's mostly because i swim. when i swim i need random pleasurable facts to integrate into my consciousness gently, gradually, and pleasantly. so keeping track of baseball gives me something to work on while i do my laps.

the pupppies are happy. they get plenty of exercise, and they assert their personalities. even with only two small ones, what we've got expands in voice and personality to fill the space. their brother and sister, the large ones, are gone but not forgotten. it's a cold spring morning, and flowers are blooming all over the place. might go check out some garage sales.