I sat down here, not knowing what I was going to write about. Then I thought about what I had to do today.

I agreed to load up my truck with my sister's (Barb) junk to take to the landfill. It's "free cleanup day". Depressing thought.

First, I have better things to do. But, being the good brother, I said okay to her request. I know I'm being taken advantage of, but she's helped me out when needed.

Secondly, I hate going to the dump (think Rossini's Wm. Tell Overture: "To the dump, to the dump, to the dump dump dump). It's massive, taking in garbage from Indianapolis. It stinks to high heaven. And it will be congested with pickups all over the county. I'm getting more depressed by the word--and angry.

This afternoon, I may "relax" by going mushroom hunting. I've found a few, mostly in my own yard! It should be a good year with all the rain we've had. I fried some up in a skillet last night to add to sauce for spaghetti. With my own asparagus and a spinach salad, it was a good supper. I had made a butternut/blueberry/persimmon pie a couple of days ago (based on a pecan pie recipe) for dessert. Interesting combination, but delicious!

Have a good weekend. I'll try.