Had a delightful lunch with Ellen V. at Applebee's. We talked about my trip to Palm Springs, as well as her own white-water rafting in Arizona, which she did for ten days in July. Now this is a woman several years older than I am, so woo-ee, good for her! Mary H. and her daughter were also there for lunch and they came over to chat with us. Mary got the role of Madame Arcati which I coveted, so I should have put poison in her iced tea, but the fact is, I like her a lot and (gulp!), she'll do a wonderful job in the part. Went to Wal-Mart after I left Ellen and picked up a prescription. I had stopped at the doctor's office earlier to straighten out my confused medication and think I now have it all straight.
Not so delightful was discovering the probable cause of the backyard water problem. The guy from Meticulous came and saw that the faucet in the back where the hose is connected was dripping. Aagh, I haven't used in for a month or more, so I'm cringing at the thought of my water bill.
Got home and waited for Dennis, who had said he'd be back to look at the dryer after 4:00. He didn't come, so either he forgot or--. Well, I guess he forgot.
Wider And An Explanation: The second and third comments below refer to something I wrote in reaction to the following article in AntiWar.Com:
http://original.antiwar.com/solomon/2010/08/16/gen-petraeus-goes-to-media-war/
I had first added this reaction to my post here, but then decided to remove it. I'm thinking about expanding it later for an entry on the "Dead Horse" blog.