I had a half-lazy, half-productive weekend.

Lazy

On the lazy end - I saw two movies, and enjoyed both of them. On Friday night, it was The Master and The Commander and on Saturday late night it was Love Actually. All I have to say is that I would vote for Hugh Grant as the Prime Minister. I watched every single thing my TiVO recorded. I went out to two resteraunts I have never been to before, and both were good.

Productive

On the productive end - on Saturday morning I trimmed away in my yard. My rear end hurts (I don't really know why I overused that muscle, but it does). Then I got rained on and had to stop. On Sunday I tried to do a bit more yardwork and made significant progress on my molding efforts for my floor.

Mortified

While I was moving the tree trimmings out to the front yard, Apache tore out of the backyard and across the street to my neighbor's very mild mannered (seriously) pit bull who was tied to a tree in their front yard. I'm sure Apache just approached the other dog to play at first, because that's what she always does around another dog. But obviously a dog tied to a tree feels threatened when another dog approaches their territory, and next thing I know, teeth are being bared and growling sounds are heard as I made a mad dash across the street. My neighbor jumped in between the two dogs and started kicking Apache (which I would call a little unnecessary because Apache backed off the minute he came over, not to mention, he knows Apache fairly well, but he was defending his dog, and therefore justified). I was mortified as I dragged Apache away (after I hit her repeatedly and through her back in the house, I went over and apologized and checked on their dog who was unharmed, thankfully). I felt miserable about the whole thing the rest of the afternoon (partially because I constantly feel like I'm under the scrutiny of my neighbors at all times, like living under a microscope, and that they don't "approve" of what they see, and partially cause I feel horrible that I lost control of my dog like that). I don't know what got into her, she's usually a submissive, friendly dog, I don't think I've ever seen her do anything more aggressive than a low growl or a bark at another dog. And to top it all off, this whole scene was witnessed by several of my other neighbors who now probably think Apache is this deadly lethal horrible dog. Sigh. It still makes me sick to think about.

Funny

And if you want to amuse yourself, read Cari's friend Nick's journal. In an astonishing feat of what I could only call sheer stupidity, he and two others rented a car for four days and covered something like 10 countries and 5,500 km. Gosh, I think I may have acquired some arroganance in my background as an "experienced" European traveller, but I can't even imagine the rewards of taking a trip like that. But a good read.