Goddammit. I spent all morning with the first disc of season six of The West Wing. Beforehand it was stormy, but hey, it was looking a little sunny outside by the time CJ was getting the swing of the whole Chief of Staff thing. And so I thought hey, I'll head up to Denton, grab lunch for myself and my dad and as I'm locking up, I notice weeeeeelll, it looks vaguely ominous outside. By the time I checked with my dad who always seems to know exactly what the weather is doing both near my house and theirs, I can already hear the thunder. As long as the power doesn't go out...there's barely enough light to read by right now, even in the sunroom, regardless of it being two in the afternoon. (On Potter #5, you know, the big book of FILLER AND CRAP WE ALREADY KNEW, THANKS).
At least this rain is great for all the things in my yard. I'd say half the trees are really taking off. The magnolia is one I'd really like to see take off and it seems undecided. It hasn't DIED, but it just sits there with the same two damn leaves and does nothing but look like it's thinking about dying.
Also planted some ivy groundcover, more foxglove and some lillies in the front yard. One plant from the previous owners has survived and sprouted an enormous alien-like flower. At first it was a giant pod, then it opened into several little purple buds. It smells exactly like onions. Is it weird that I really like the smell of onions? Especially when cooking...possibly the best kitchen smell ever. (Well, except for brownie-cake-cookie type things).
And with all the windows open, I can hear the neighbor's giant parrot. I live in a cul-de-sac and they live nearly across the street. The very morning I was planting the above-mentioned ivy, I could hear the weirdest screeches from their house. Luckily, D had actually seen (and met) the parrot several months prior, because it sounded a lot like someone beating a small child. But when the weather's nice and they're tinkering in the garage they set him on a lawn chair in the driveway. His tail is nearly two feet long, his belly is the color of papaya juice and his back and tail are electric blue. He's hella cool. Both my cats like watching him nearly as much as I do (though I suspect our reasons may vary).
D closes tonight which is frustrating since I want to know what happens! We're three away from the end and Lynette's story line is both intriguing and irritating. I'm not sure I buy it--it's almost like Marcia Cross was ordered on bedrest and the writers went, "Shit! We need DRAMA and we need to crank it out in TWO episodes." I buy it while I'm watching it, but take one step back and I just don't think it's something her character would do, especially this fast. (Again, a cup of "forced," anyone?) But whatever.
As for the other big storyline, we all know nobody in their right mind would pick Ian over Mike. Even if he does have an accent, Ian's kind of a little bitch. Not that I care about Susan's storyline, ugh. We all know Mike has screaming nightmares where he wakes up drenched in sweat, unable to forget the fact he actually dated a troll.
And having these off the TiVo means it can tape that nice big season 2 Dr. Who marathon tomorrow, thanks TiVo!
The storm seems much closer. Might be wise to shutdown the computer...