One day to kickball!

So far my day has consisted of:

• Getting up
• Driving to work
• Working on a Web site I haven't touched in two months
• Trying for an hour and a half to get a Palm device to recognize two years's worth of data
• Eating lunch while making phone calls
• Attending a meeting that was a repeat for the most part of a meeting I had yesterday
• Fighting traffic since the ships are coming in for the Rose Festival.

Speaking of roses, here's a picture I took last summer:



I don't really do the rides and stuff at the Rose Festival. Perhaps it's because the whole celebration is too damn big. The last few years have been a bit lean, but it used to be an entire month. And the rides and the hot air balloons and the air shows and the Rose Queens etc., etc., etc. Give me TrekFest in Riverside any day. How many towns can claim to be the future birthplace of Captain Kirk? JUST ONE. Plus, there is no little kid tractor pull at the Rose Festival.

OK, the Rosaria Queens are awesome. And if you go to the Rose Test Garden, each queen has her own inset tablet with her year of coronation and signature. It's a fun—if haphazard—way to see what names have been popular where.

(Total aside: Feel any safer now? I sure don't.)

Tomorrow is the first game of our kickball league. We will probably lose every game, but our team will be the most stylish of them all.