"Very Lovely" is the only way to describe last weekend in Providence. Which one was the best, the beautiful connection with A., the calm industry at J.'s, or the rush of playing Tango violin? I can't pick a favorite, but once again I've returned from Providence feeling totally inspired.

Yes, I definitely got in touch with my inner hedonist. :-) But I always remember, even while reveling in the lush sensuality of Tango, that it's not real life. It's lovely all the same.

Today's topic is: Weird Text on Vehicles.

One Monday I was driving back home from an early-morning grocery expedition. I pulled up at the light at Ocean Avenue and found myself idly glancing at the Neon in front of me. First I read the bumper sticker: "When I die, bury me at Wal-Mart...then I know my wife will come visit me." Then I noticed that the car also sported a handicapped license plate that read "HOT1".

For some reason, this combination of things registered on my Bizarre-ometer and my mind immediately started darting off in speculation about the meaning of this combination. Since this is a family-friendly site, I won't elaborate. Heh.

A few days later I was, again, at a stop light; this time at Morrill's Corner. I watched as a huge bulldozer lumbered across the intersection. On the side of this hulking mass of metal was emblazoned the name of the model: "SEABREEZE". I wonder who's in charge of naming these things...

Or maybe the construction industry is in the habit of naming individual machines as if they were ships. Who knows.

Last week I was braiding my hair in front of J's mirror. As I stretched to grab an errant lock, I was suddenly struck by the vision of this huge bicep...attached to me! Holy moly! I guess the daily exercises are actually making a difference. I'm almost reluctant to wear tank tops now...I mean, it's at the point where I wouldn't want to meet me in a dark alley. Of course, if I met myself in a dark alley I guess I would have other issues to worry about. Yeah.