What Do You Say When There is Nothing to Say?

I really have nothing to say, but I'm trying to burn 20 minutes before 10 p.m. so that I can go to bed so here's a little post about my weekend.

Life can be so strange and so uplifting sometimes.

Just about the time I realized I was sad, I was happy again. The clouds cleared. The weather was a beautiful 65 degrees with a slight breeze and almost chilly. It felt like a late September day when the summer has finally broken and you're expecting the leaves to start turning. To put it in Arkansas, or maybe Southern, terms it was football weather.

Of course, in such beautiful weather Dave and I painted the last remaining room in the house. I spent the morning at the grocery store, mid-day watching "Iron Man" at the movies, and the afternoon making homemade lasagna.

Let me tell you this. Don't ever make homemade lasagna. Was it good? Sure. Was it good enough to spend four hours making everything, including the marinara, from scratch? No.

On the other hand, if you like comic book movies, and I must admit that I do, Iron Man is actually quite good. Dave and I have a theory: Any movie is better for having Robert Downey, Jr. in it. The guy is nuts and clearly has some consistent drug problems. But he also has some serious comedic timing. And it's impeccable. Have you seen "Zodiac?" It's a perfect example. He's good at what he does. And if he does a little coke on the side, well, so be it.

I also talked to my dear friend in Costa Rica. You know someone has "gone local" when they tell you they don't notice the burn pile outside their window anymore.

Well, Turner, when you come back to these good ole United States, we finally have a guest room painted for you. There's an annoying street light outside and no blinds on the window, but you might notice there isn't a burn pile either.

L.