faster, pussycat! read! read!

My brother has promised Saturday delivery of a copy of the next volume of the Harry Potter series, so I'm trying to reread V.4 this week.

We had to choose between the demolition derby and my parents' house for this coming weekend. I tried to talk my dad into ramming some of his cars together for us, but it didn't fly. The derby will feature not only your traditional demolition, but also school bus demolition (a year-end special) and trailer races. I can only hope that this is a monthly or quarterly event, because we chose my parents'.

Since we'll be in town, Matt's trying to get us to go along to a Harry Potter party. We'll see. I'm not a big fan of magicians; I guess I'm too analytical to give up trying to guess the secret of each trick.

I've picked up some more hours at the store, now that rowing season has ended. Achieving preferred status among the Summer help was a dubious distinction, but I must admit it is nice to reaffirm my role in life as middle management.

I tried to take up origami, but my patience is no match for my motor skills.