The end is in view

I stopped by the shop tonight on my way home from work to check on the status of my scooter. I hadn't heard anything, so I assumed there wasn't much news, but I'm a sucker for follow up.

Well, I assumed wrong, and I couldn't be more thrilled. They were closing up as we arrived, but I managed to catch the mechanics on the way out the door. Things are looking good. The scooter's cleaned up and ready, parts are laid out and set to be re-assembled. They're just still waiting for the crankshaft. The order was placed quite a while ago, so this isn't normal as far as the supplier goes. I dig that. I'm waiting for that damn palm pilot still, and a supposedly "2 day delivery" gift from my aunt that we were supposed to be give to my mom last weekend. Something is obviously up with the border. I'm sure that if it doesn't arrive soon, they've got a plan B.

I thanked the guys, and told them that I wasn't in a rush this week. The improv festival is taking up a lot of my focus, so if things don't fall into place this week, it won't be the end of the world. I'm really happy with the turn things have taken. Takes a bit of the bite out of my insurance conundrum. This is me. Happy.

Speaking of the improv festival, I caught the SNL writers tonight. Holy. It was a great set. I don't know how they ended up together performing improv, but it's lovely to see. The listening, the space they gave each other to dismantle their beats, the trust... I can't remember the last time I've seen such funny out of guys who weren't trying to be funny. It was a treat to watch. There are sets sometimes that refresh the cynic and the lazy improvisor in you. True Fiction Magazine in San Francisco was one of those sets. BassProv deliver those sets. Adrianne Frost delivers those sets. And tonight, the SNL writers delivered. Not to gush, or anything. But, it was a really fun night.

We had a maid come in and clean this week. Two maids, actually. I recommend it highly. I think they started running out of things to do, because somehow our can opener is shiny, and the holder for the toilet bowl brush is sparkling. I love maids. And I love that they came with a bag of cookies for Scooter Bing Bong, the bingiest bong of them all.

I just thought I'd throw in a photo of Mr. Scooter Bing Bong for the kids at home.