Very productive day. Poured some concrete, smashed up some other concrete (should be the last of the jackhammering for 2001). Planted the lemon tree. Put up a privacy shade between the future spa location and the neighbor's kitchen window. Dug out and levelled the spa area; which is more difficult than it sounds because that's where the huge mounds of old conrete and dirt were sitting. Pruned the hydrangia and some other flowery things whose names I remain blissfully ignorant of. Sprayed the never-ending weeds. Did I forget something? Probably.

Asked a gal out last night. Works at Expo and we had a nice chat as she was trying to find me some outdoor furniture. Nice, pretty, said all the right things about the right subjects. Single mom, not married (I asked). Not too young, not too old (as if I care). What have I got to lose? The price of dinner maybe. She said OK and got my phone number. But as I walked away reality set in. Girls don't call guys... well ok, Ms. Psycho does, but that's an abberation. Oh well. Suckered again.