nothing to it

Edgar, Ian, Bill, Lynne, Sue, Helen, Steve G, Bob, Will, Steve L, Jeanette.

This blog is very skimpy as my iPhone battery appeared to collapse - better now, though, so I must have been abusing it (don't ask!).
I managed to do no more than record who turned up, a list graced by the appearance of Sue's mother Helen, over on one of her regular visits from England. And we had the welcome return of Javier, whom some thought we would never see again - though that mood arises every time he ventures south of the border. Juan did a great job, but it was great to see Javier again, complete with a very severe military haircut that made it look as if he had stopped off at Camp Pendleton on his way back to Pasadena!
Steve gave me some very sound advice about not using cowboy repairers for the dent in our Dodge Neon, instead sending me and Lynne off to Holmes Body Works on Colorado Boulevard. They were very professional but wanted $2,600, a bit too much for a car that cost only $8,500, so dented it will have to stay.
Bob, Steve and I tried to make sense of Musharraf's overthrow in Pakistan, while Sue told me all about how she and James had built their wonderful amphitheater below their home - and, as luck had it, they were putting on a concert that Saturday, featuring some magical Indian sitar music on a perfect warm summer's evening under the stars.
Er, that's about it. No Diner Diary next week because of the Ernest Borg9 evening in South Pasadena - and maybe not the following week either, because of Labor Day and Cinecon. Back to normal after that, I hope!