He cooked up pancakes while I did some dishes, then I did more dishes (they're piled up) while he worked on the yard. I was trying to come up with something I could do today that would break my bluesy spell. Go hiking? Too much effort. Go to the ocean? Well, yeah, if I could get there in half an hour tops. Play some games? Maybe, but I needed more people for the good ones. Pinball? Well, that might work for a while, and it would sure get me out of the house ...
The thing is, it's a holiday, but it's one I don't usually get really excited about and one this year that actually makes me want to, I don't know, head to Vancouver (BC) for the day so I can avoid it altogether. I don't want to watch fireworks (go, murdering American government!) or be around people I don't know well, which kills the two parties I was invited to (one at Q***, the other West Seattle but only one person I know there) ... and my brother, who I'd enjoy seeing, is off shooting fireworks in a nearby Indian reservation, which kind of goes back to the first thing I don't feel like doing today.
But then I remembered ... motomotoyama is having a party tonight ... and people I know and feel okay being semi-social (read: "real") around, like her sweet sis runningnekkid ... and there you go, I'm in, and I can even bring my Chicago karaoke disk.
So I got in a game of Carcasonne BC out in the backyard with Worthy Opponent, and we had some chinese noodles with peanut sauce (I've finally got cooking them both down pat) for lunch, then he headed out to hand out neighborhood flyers while I made pasta salad and sangria. Sure, I didn't work on the shower at all, but I feel like I can present my face at the party and probably have a good evening.