Thursday, July 27, 2017

Super cute and flashy

1. I am teaching the smaller and more agile of my dogs to jump into my arms. Super cute and flashy!

2. Dozens of starfish littered the beach yesterday morning. Their colors reminded me of the time I went to Hawaii and couldn't believe the unnatural-looking colors of natural things (birds, flowers). Now I think I just wasn't looking hard enough in general, in everyday life. I see more now. Anyway, the starfish were purple and pink, the color of asters and pale beach roses.

Pretty in purple.

3. If only I could make other people's mistakes for them.

4. Morgellons is one of those conditions I can't let myself think too hard about, or I can convince myself I have it or am bound to get it eventually (itchy skin? sores? creepy crawlies? middle aged women? fatigue?). The same for the infamous itch. As it is, I currently have what looks like a poison ivy rash all over my neck and arms, thanks to my sensitive skin's encounter with some natural insect repellant.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

A persistent and steady glow, however dim.

1. Mom and I had a brilliant idea for a podcast: 29 Cups of Coffee. Our guests are highly caffeinated. Sort of like Drunk History, only not drunk.

2. Some days I am the middle-aged lady version of the Boom Goes the Dynamite kid. BUT NOT TODAY.

3. "...a persistent and steady glow, however dim."

4. More on Baby Driver: Edgar Wright's favorite car chase scenes. The soundtrack

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Saturday, July 08, 2017

You're a Piece of Firework

Mark and I took an evening dog walk yesterday in a different direction than usual. We walked past the one other house we seriously contemplated buying when we bought the one we still live in. That was eighteen years ago. and today it's clear that our house is much prettier, our yard is prettier, our house is more aesthetically pleasing. The advantage #2 house has is it's on a nicer street. But if we lived there we wouldn't hear as many firetrucks going past with their sirens blaring the loudest, middle-of-the-intersection blare, and thus get to hear our dogs howl ridiculously in response. Which is one of my favorite things.

We walked past a newish restaurant and a new coffee shop that's supposed to open in the next couple of months. And then a new deli-type place that's also opening soon. It's a real renaissance out here in the Oakdale/Rosemont/USM neighborhood these days!

When we were nearly home, we heard a firecracker that made us jump and sent Clover into a nervous crouch. She's learned over the last couple of weeks that she really really really hates and is deeply fearful of sounds that make her think the world is coming to an end, i.e. fireworks. And someone in our neighborhood apparently has a collection of loud-popping noisemakers that they light off at slow intervals for hours every night. Among other things, this means that Clover has been too scared to go outside and pee after about 7:30 PM. So anyway, as we were walking home, we heard the firecracker party get started, and Mark followed the sound to confront the person. By "confront," I mean he asked the guy (the father of a young child, as it turned out) how many he had left and how long he planned to be making loud nightly noises. The guy was very apologetic. And we didn't hear any more terrifying sounds last night.

After years of wondering what smells so good when I walk past my neighbors' shady garden, I finally figured it out. It's astilbe! I was weeding in my own little garden, and I smelled the heavenly smell, and put my nose in some feathery white astilbe, and there it was. I need to plant more of that stuff.

It's not one of those flowers that only smells good when you stick your nose in it. It perfumes the air around it.

Thursday, July 06, 2017

Worst blorger ever

I didn't even manage a Rabbit rabbit blerg post this month. This is going to be a real test of my superstitious/borderline OCD (not Borderline/OCD, I just mean verging on OCD) personality issues, since Rabbit rabbit (the saying, photographing, posting of it on the first day of the month, first thing in the morning) is one of my magic spells for happy living.

Holy crap, would you get a load of those strawberries?!

My neighbor gave me a pint of strawberries! She "picked too many," have you ever heard of such a thing? Zucchini, yes. Chard, sure. But strawberries?

They are so. Good. My immediate thought was "a dollop of whipped cream and you've got a healthy, balanced dinner, all the food groups basically represented!"


The Handmaid's Tale on Hulu. Tell me if you don't cry out in a tremulous American voice at some point, "Canada."

GLOW if you want something smart and funny. You'll never recognize Trudy from Mad Men.

Vietnamese iced coffee from CÔNG TỬ BỘT (when they open. Sometime next weekish, I think).

Flowers, especially if you can pick em in your own back yard or by the side of the road.

Lady's mantle, cosmos, chamomile, coreopsis, astilbe, bachelor's button.