way too hot!

I’m ready for winter again. Ready for cooling breezes, friendly sunshine – merciless – and not feeling as if I stepped into an oven when I walk outdoors.

Fall is just as good, once the heat has left.

The heat is just so oppressive. I feel as if I should be the bear that hibernates for the summer instead of winter. I could curl up in front of the air conditioner vent and read until the sun and heat’s power has diminished.

Wake me up when it’s over.

Iran and new technological communication revolution

This weekend was the first time I was truly aware of the swiftness and the ability to compel coordination and bravery the new social networking websites and technologies can ignite.

Yes, these things affected the 2008 US election, but it was the Iranian election last week that drove home, to me, how amazing it is to have this lightening-fast connection to information on the other side of the world.

By about 7pm central time last night, I had already seen the heartbreaking “Neda” video via connections from YouTube, Twitter, and Fark. I’m not at all tech savvy, but my brother is much more so and he directed me; but still the video that was “breaking” news this morning, was well known to anyone surfing world news last night.

It’s been mindboggling watching Iranian protesters connect and cooridinate using these techonologies. Including getting the results of their protests out to the rest of the world, from behind the Theocratic Dictatorship of the Iranian government.

I hope that everyone is taking note of what is happening. I cannot help but see that it is very important. And I hope that those struggling against their oppressors, haven’t struggled in vain.

At least I can say this, without any doubt whatsoever:

The rest of us are watching.

And more importantly:

We see.

poison ivy blues and a warning against Ivy Dry

There’s nothing quite like having to deal with a bad case of poison ivy. It is just not fun.

I thought that my bout would be a small one because I washed really well when I realized what was happening. But I made a big mistake in using a newer poison ivy product.


Beware of this stuff if you react particularly badly to poison ivy. It made my case sooo much worse. In fact, I think it help spread the oils, particularly on my hand – which I have washed and washed, but spraying it with the Ivy Dry, made it swell so that I can’t close the last two fingers on my left hand.

However, I’ve made it through the first week and week 2 is usually better.


I’ve always known that I didn’t enjoy commuting long distances to work. (I don’t think many people do.) And it is a major factor in where I choose to live, relative to where I must work.

However, I’ve grown to hate commuting since having a community garden. Abosolutely loathe it.

I have a great time once I’m there. I’m busy gardening and pulling weeds. It’s fall good.

But getting there… well, it’s happening less and less; all because I don’t want to drive across town to get there.

Isn’t that terrible? But I wish sooo much for a tiny plot in my yard verses the giant expanse on the other side of town, just so that I wouldn’t have to drive to get there.

old dog

I think that Aggie is showing the first signs of slowing down.

Supposedly she was 2.5 when I got her 3 years ago, but she’s been running full-speed ever since I’ve had her, so it was difficult to tell. But the last few weeks, I’ve noticed that she’s not running as far or as fast as she did, even this past winter.

Not that she’s stopped demanding her twice daily walks… oh no! Those are sacred and if I forget or delay, much snorting and whinning result.

But she’s less likely to complain if a walk is cut short for time’s sake (these days, I have to get to work much earlier, which have shortened our morning walks by at least 20 minutes).

I think that she relies on the fact that we will, in fact, be going out again… and again… and again…

my brother and my cat

My 20 lb, beast of a cat – fully equiped with extra toes, ready to rip apart unsuspecting songbirds in a flash – has fallen in love with my brother.

This small mountain lion begs my brother to pet him. Jenner stands at his feet meowing for attention. And when he gets it, he starts purring, like the rumbling of the midnight train, and pushing his head against Andrew’s chest, or leg, or whatever of him that is reachable.

When Andrew takes the time to watch a movie, Jenner’s right there to sit on his lap and get his attention quota.

I have no idea what I did to get the cold shoulder, but if Jenner had a choice between me and Andrew… I’d be minus one cat.