It wasn’t a cause for rejoicing. I nearly took to my bed. Okay, that’s an exaggeration, although it was upsetting. Not unexpected, but definitely upsetting. You see, every morning for months the sun has drilled down with such intensity my potted daisies would wilt in the harsh glare. Their cheerful pink heads would droop, their … Continue reading : the day the daisies didn’t wilt :
Tag: summer
: that isn’t a car :
Don’t be fooled by appearances. That's an oven. A 4-door, 5-passenger, all-wheel drive oven. The tires are what threw me, but it really does look like a car; my car. So imagine my surprise when I unlocked the door and hopped in. The instant my butt hit the seat, I sizzled and became self-basting. Fortunately, … Continue reading : that isn’t a car :
: feet don’t belong on the rocks :
Let’s start with the painfully obvious: this is the twenty-first century. Technology is so advanced and so astonishing, the average mind is blown on a regular basis. What with the stuff being done in space exploration, artificial intelligence, genetic engineering, computer technology -- we’re constantly picking our chins up off the ground. Take a look … Continue reading : feet don’t belong on the rocks :
: are you nuts? :
Why in the world are you celebrating? Labor Day is the official end of summertime and you act as if that’s a good thing. Quit it! There’s nothing to be happy about, today’s a big, fat buzz kill. You should be grieving, like me, not drinking beer and having fun. Not only is this the … Continue reading : are you nuts? :
: reasons to celebrate :
August has an unfair reputation as tedious, a month with no holidays or excitement. Excuse me? Did anyone bother to check the calendar or google or look out a window? August is effing glorious and jam-packed with events. My birthday, for one, is celebrated in August, which makes me a Leo. So don’t argue. Besides it’s … Continue reading : reasons to celebrate :
: the scourge of summer :
Frequent readers are familiar with my deep and abiding love for summer. I don’t knock it. Not under any circumstances. I don’t complain of the heat. Or the humidity. Or the bugs. Or sticking fast to furniture. In my eyes, it’s all wonderful. To criticize would amount to blasphemy. There is, however, one teeny-weeny fly … Continue reading : the scourge of summer :
: this is a carrot * :
What, you’ve never seen a carrot before? You think it's a bike, don't you? Nope, it’s a big, fat, ten-speed carrot dangling from a short stick. First, it’s going to lead me into temptation, then into oncoming traffic. I know this just as surely as I know it’s futile to resist; I will succumb. You see, … Continue reading : this is a carrot * :
: whoa, slow down :
Yesterday, in case you forgot, was the first day of spring. Tomorrow's the first day of summer. Or so it seems. I think nature, in all its tyranny, bum-rushes the sweet, warm months out the door, but lets the grim months get down on all fours and crawl. I hate winter for that, for dawdling, and for … Continue reading : whoa, slow down :
the whirly girl 