Seven-thirty Tuesday Morning

OK. Spring has officially arrived! It is cold today. Cool. Warm by yankee standards. It is blizzard across the North. I was heartened by the
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report of our president's Cleveland pep talk for the war. I guess a 36 percent approval rate is a call to action. He reported on some successes that were overlooked by most of the press. After all, Fox can only do so much! People that love Seinfeld re-runs sometimes do not stay for the news. So slanted I just slide right off like the high pitched roofs so popular in tract architecture these days.

But at the end of the q&a, time for lunch, Bush cleaverly asked: "Doesn't anyone work in this town????" Some wag pointed out that since the Bush term began, unimployment has risen in double digits in the Cleveland area.

The columbine in bloom was in Austin. At Lady Bird's Wildflower Center. You do not see much of that here, too few "undisturbed for a long time" areas, where they grow and bloom. Locally, Ft Worth Nature Center is a good place for endangered flowers.

Working with TJ. Yesterday we took out a faux marble bathtub, complicated with an elaborate installation that had to come down carefully, piece by piece. It weighed a ton, and old me had a hard time getting it moved. TJ is as strong as an ox, but not me. The home owner has two strapping high-schooling sons, and they will be recruited to get it out, I believe. It is back to Zack's today.