The Blink of an Eye

I'm trying to be a good blogger, but encountering computery difficulties. I can't seem to upload photos via Firefox, and Chrome isn't getting along with my computer these days.

Wow, that's fascinating technical stuff there, n'est-ce pas?

I think you should watch the current season of Mad Men because it's really good. I think you should hug your pets, because they're such funny little people. I also think you should hire an almost-seventeen year-old boy to show you funny things on the Internets and cook delicious meals for you. I think you should drive around listening to Iron & Wine or The Mountain Goats with your windows down and crying just a little bit. I think you should read every single night before bed, even if you're really really tired. I think you should buy a new raincoat, because it will make you look forward to rainy days. I think you should come over to my house and let me bake you a cake. I think you should send your sweet child out into the world, because she will come back so wise and beautiful and saying words you don't understand but want to know more about.

Rabbit rabbit!

The answer to last month's question was: A. The cruelest month. But May!

Blorg

I will nibble on your tiny feet, they are so tiny and delicious.

Oh hello, it is I, onetime- sometime- blogger extraordinaire. Your fairweather blogger. Nothing new has really been happening around here, aside from spring grudgingly not-really-springing, which has brought:

:: More cold weather, interspersed with slightly warmer weather.
:: Flowers in other people's yards! I always forget to plant bulbs in the fall, every year.
:: A couple of iced coffees, a milkshake.
:: Isaac is still a slave to the school calendar, since he takes history at the local public high school, so he took advantage of spring break to visit his adoring San Francisco relatives.

There is a list of spring-related activities. I also spend time looking out the back windows at the yard, full of willow branches and falling-down fence, with a sinking feeling. My birdfeeder attracts no birds and must need to be cleaned. There are dry, deadish things that ought to be cut back to make way for green.

As far as non-seasonal activities, here's another list:

:: Orphan Black on BBC America is a really good science fiction series, a pleasant surprise.
:: MAD MEN.
:: Do this: roast some sweet potatoes in olive oil. Saute some greens and maybe onions and garlic. Salt and pepper on everything. Fry an egg, put it on top. Eat up.
:: My sweet long-lost friend came to visit! We ate noodles and went for a walk and drank warm drinks in the sunshine!
:: Fries and the aforementioned milkshakes with the dancer. That was a two-Melissa day.
:: Oh I am reading If It's Not One Thing It's Your Mother, by Julia Sweeney, and I'm only a few chapters in, but I just love her. I've been reading her blog for a while, and I know I'd like her in real life. She recommends books and movies every month, too.
:: The usual cat-and-dog-shenanigans.

Handsome fella number one.

Handsome fella number two.

Weather Report

It got warmer, and sunny. It got incredibly cold. It was cloudy, then sunny again, but cold and windy. Then it was very slightly warm again and really windy.

You know, April. I think it's going to rain now, for a spell.

The fog is my favorite.

Nothing else right now is any more interesting than the weather report: Gus got a tummy ache and needed to eat chicken and rice for a while. Theo supervised while Mark spent all weekend fixing the dishwasher. Isaac decided to experiment with meat eating and typewriting. Some loved ones are sad, and some are happy. I just finished a wonderful book, and we are watching some wonderful telervision shows. I probably need to go an an Internets diet. Or not.

Rabbit rabbit!

The cruelest month? Or the coolest month? We shall see.

A Mind of Winter

A day like this.

 


 

Listening to Low, drinking ginger tea, feeling under the weather (literally and figuratively). I keep trying to work and running into the word "nauseating," which I should be defining creatively, but which I am not.

Side Effects

(A particularly shallow haiku review.)


Jude Law's teeth were straight!
Funny, after Contagion--
he was snaggle-toothed.