I suppose the most exciting thing I saw was Anderson Silva almost get his ass handed to him by a guy from Milwaulkie. The city that seems like a long strip of auto body shops and strip clubs developed a fighter that actually beat the crap out of the champion until he screwed up at the end. But really, watching TV shouldn’t be the most exciting thing in my life. At least not outside of football season.

So I spent the weekend priming and painting the laundry room. It’s a small room, but I had to avoid the washer and dryer that I moved to the middle of the room. I think it looks pretty good now. I also know much more clearly why I pay someone to paint.

Other than that it’s all things I can’t do anything about. My uncle (my dad’s cousin, really) died and it sounds like their neighbor may or may not be taking advantage of my aunt (my dad’s cousin’s wife). We weren’t informed, hardly anyone in the Spokane Japanese-American community was informed, and the neighbor has an irrevocable power of attorney, or so I’ve been told. I have no idea, really. I think I’m the closest blood relative to my uncle in the US, but my aunt has other relatives. As long as my aunt is happy, and not getting ripped off, I’m OK with it.

And a friend has a recurrence of cancer, but she told me that she’s going to fight it, or die trying. That’s the spirit.

So really, my boring life is boring, but it can still lead to stomach ulcers.