Friday I cleaned up the garage a bit, and half finished my starter clutch (I put in the new springs, but tried to start if before the Lock-tite dried).

Today I depooped the yard, mowed the yard, removed two air conditioners, replaced and tightened some light bulbs, and finished my starter clutch. I'm giving the Lock-tite a day to dry.

Saturday was a busy day, and shitty night. In the morning there was swimming for both girls, and a quick 20 minutes on the elliptical. Then, some quick gift shopping and groceries, and a 40th birthday party picnic for a high school friend.

I was afraid the picnic would be a last hurrah, since the friend has a form a leukemia, but they up his meds to $3000 a month and he's doing well. We sounded like a bunch of old farts talking abotu our meds, diabetes and aches and pains.

The picnic brought two Rochester is a small city moments. First, preschool mom knows my friend, as her husband is a cancer survivor and they attend the same support group. Second, one the members of the club that takes exercise classes with Mrs. Ha showed up, her husband uses friend for his board manager on the radio.

The night got shitty, the assholes a few doors down decided to do another stand out front, drink heavily and "whoo" "yahoo" "fuck you" all night long thing. About midnight one of them was fighting with his ex in front of our house, when we approached him (like he suggested when we talked to him after his last party), he got defensive and profane. They were still going at it at 4 in the morning, out back, yelling and cursing. I do need to ask him if this is their Thanksgiving party, or Saint Paddy's day party, since he said they only have these parties a few times a year. Post-college drunk-tards.