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Have you done your good deed for Easter this year? Okay, I know that’s not a real tradition or anything, but I’m trying to create some guilt here. Please, please consider sponsoring the Snook and I in the Walk Against Want. It takes place this Sunday and we’re going to attempt the big 15K version. The event raises money for “Oxfam Community Aid Abroad”, which will go towards helping people in developing countries and indigenous people in Australia. Any little bit helps, and a donation of $5 US would go pretty far here. If you’d like to help, just drop me an e-mail. I promise it won’t be a big hassle or anything. Okay, guilt over. You may resume your regularly scheduled bloggage.

Snookums and I were excited to see that the convenience store opening one floor beneath us is nearly ready. Today the name was unveiled: “Presido Convenience Store.” We groaned. The name of our apartment building is “The Presidio”. (Note: the typo there is not mine. They actually spelled it wrong on the bloody building.)

Yesterday the Snook and I were just lounging around at home when we both suddenly became aware of a loud clamor nearby. There seemed to be a siren buzzing and a bell ringing. Loudly. I opened the door to our apartment to find that it was the fire alarm in the hallway. “Ack! Should we evacuate?” We decided we should. So we headed down the fire escape and out to the front of the building, where we discovered that only five other people from the building had bothered to flee like ourselves. Everybody else was on their balconies watching us. Eventually some guy came out and announced that someone had been smoking in the 2nd floor hallway (smoking is verboten outside private apartments) and that had set it off. By the time we got back to our flat, the fire department had showed up. It was parked right outside our balcony, which is where I took this picture. Okay, so it’s not a very exciting story, but when your days are filled with quilting and soap operas, anything that breaks the monotony is appreciated.