It is hot here, hot and humid! This confined Bert and I to our apartment / air conditioned car for most of the weekend since neither of us are well adapted to the warm weather (me being far too pale and Bert a tad on the hairy side).

I, of course, still walked the dog this weekend but found myself stumbling out of the house with a hand full of plastic bags and a mangy ball at 8:45 am in an attempt to avoid the heat. This was quickly followed by me stumbling back inside to pick up the dog who, for once, sat obediently waiting for me to pick up her leash before tearing outside. Anyway, the city is quite peaceful so early in the morning, especially surprising when you consider that it was Grand Prix weekend.

Other than that, this weekend our nice quiet residential street became the detour route for two major streets. This slight distraction meant that when I walked friends out at almost 1am on Saturday I was greeted with flashing tail lights, honking horns, and swearing drivers stuck in traffic. Thank god our bedroom is at the back of the apartment.

We also watched Alamo this weekend (we needed a good movie with cannons to try out our surround sound system). I have to admit that it took me about half of the movie before I could start differentiating between the different characters who all looked pretty much the same. Once I figured out that it wasn’t the pretty-boy dandy threatening people with a giant knife but rather the drunk veteran I almost enjoyed the movie. But not quite, it was a tad on the long side and the actors had an annoying habit of delivering bland lines with overdone drama and great lines with bland, robotic voices.

Ok so from this jumble of thoughts you may have learned a few valuable lessons:
1. When you walk the dog, don’t forget the dog
2. Always put your bed as far away from the street as possible, and
3. Don’t bother watching the Alamo (but make darn tooting sure you remember it)