Thursday, May 30, 2013

Ahh! Summer

One of the pesky things about stumbling into adulthood is that we (most of us, at least) no longer get summer breaks. But as a parent, one can experience a sort of second hand summer liberation. This is the first week of the kids' break, and though yeah, I've still got to go to my job (pesky thing), there are suddenly no complex morning carpools, no evening homework routines. The sun suddenly feels a little brighter, the air purer.1 Ahh! summer.

1 "Purer", doesn't quite seem like it should be a word. Purer. Purer.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Floyd and His Loveys

I say "Loveys",  but there is, in a sense, only one true Lovey, of which these are merely various incarnations (in varying states of dismemberment).

Saturday, May 25, 2013

"I Am Not..!"

Me (slightly exasperated): "June, I wish you weren't always so argumentative..."

June: "I am not argumentative!"1

1 June did not find it funny that we found this funny.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Guy in Blue Sweater

I'm not sure what I think of this guy. He weirds me out a bit, I think because he looks a bit like me. If I cover up the bottom half of the picture, it's pretty close to a (mopey eyed, depressive) self-portrait. But his mouth and chin are somebody else's. And that outfit is an absolute violation of the uniform.1 Dunno. Just weird.

1 The iteration of the uniform described in that post is slightly out of date. The uniform is subject to periodic and unexpected updates. (I don't choose the uniform. It chooses me.) But the essentials are still the same.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013


Floyd has a stuffed animal. We call it Lovey because he loves it so much. It started off life looking like a trippy cartoon horse (sort of), a cheap thing bought at the grocery store. It has a poofy stuffed spherical torso and rope arms and legs and a poofy head and poofy feet. Well, had. They've been severed by Floyd's rough love1, leaving only the spherical torso and rope limb-stumps. This could be dehumanizing (or de-trippy-horse-ifying), but Lovey's lovable persona somehow remains intact, adored as ever by Floyd.

Actually Floyd has two Lovey's. We bought him various other dog toys: fancy ones from the pet store. He ignored them. Only the cheap Lovey captured his affection. So when the first one was disfigured, we bought him a second. Soon it too was headless and half-limbless. But he loved his second Lovey just as much as the first, prancing around with the one or the other, interchangeably.

Actually he has four Lovey's. Realizing that only the Loveys captured Floyd's attention, last time I was at the store, I stocked up, bought a two more, their whole available supply.2 These are thus far unmaimed. (Floyd having so many options, they've yet to receive his full loving abuse.) Lovey, Lovey, Lovey, Lovey.

1 Floyd loves to play tough-of-war with his Lovey. One by one, the extremities gave way.

2 As I checked out, the sullen bagging girl paused, held one in each hand, for a few long seconds looking back and forth at them with blank curiosity, I suppose wondering what was up with these trippy horses and why this man was buying two of them, then went on with her business.


Monday, May 20, 2013


The little rodent is a "mouse". A plurality of them is "mice." The thing attached to your computer that moves the cursor around is a "mouse." A plurality of them is... well, it's got to be "mouses". (If you received a shipment of them, what would you say?) Hmm.


Sunday, May 19, 2013

Thursday, May 16, 2013


The mosquitos are back. Some places have four seasons. Ours are messier. I think one of our seasons should be "mosquitos", approximately coextensive with (though slightly longer than) that long hot humid stretch of months that might be called "summer". ("Summer" isn't quite a big enough word.) More significant than any solstice or equinox: mosquitos.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Friday, May 10, 2013

A Cardinal!

A cardinal! We don't get those around here. Well, I suppose I should correct myself: we very rarely get those around here, but there's one right there in my willow tree right now, flitting and chirping about. A male. I forgot how red they are, almost too red, hard to believe nature could produce such a color. I don't expect he'll stick around, but I'm happy to have him as my guest for a moment.

Thursday, May 09, 2013

"If You Like Piña Coladas"

My little brain loops cycle in and out, new ones coming in, old ones retiring. But once in a while, the old ones come back to visit. I was just (unfortunately) visited by a long-ago near-forgotten one, that cheesy line-snippet from that cheesy song: "If you like piña coladas, getting caught in the rain…" (Why? Why? It had been so long.) It was in heavy rotation in my brain back when that song was in heavy rotation on the radio.1

The main reason I looped the line so much was because I had come up with a missing comma joke which my youthful self thought was very clever: without the comma, instead of enumerating a series of things a couple might do together, the line describes rum-based drinks getting caught in liquid precipitation: "If you like piña coladas getting caught in the rain…" See? See? And I especially liked my little cleverness because I had (what I thought was) a catchy punchline: "Sure I do. I love it when they have those little paper umbrellas."2

Ba… doom… cha! (Argh!)

1 Why am I telling you this?

2 I don't think I ever actually told anyone this barely-a-joke.a
a Which is good, because I just looked at the lyrics and realized it's not a comma, it's an "and" ("If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain…"), so the whole premise of my youthful nerd-humor turns out to be entirely baseless. (My brain-loop song-snippets are often lyrically inaccurate.)

Sunday, May 05, 2013

A Devilish Key

Walking Floyd, I heard, very faintly, someone practicing piano: a tinny little twinkling series of notes, repeated, innocent enough, probably in a major key, though too brief to fully resolve. But then far off, from a different direction, came a deeper droning mechanical tone — a backing up truck? The addition wasn't dissonant, but the combination made some new dark mode, a devilish key for an evil soundtrack, horror movie music that might accompany the creepiest moments of The Exorcist. Dee-duh dee-duh dee-duh — drone drone drone. Dee-duh dee-duh dee-duh... Floyd and I moved on.

Thursday, May 02, 2013

Wednesday, May 01, 2013

Meteorological Musings: April Rains

Ooh! it's been raining, big bands that roll in and rumble and drop hours of drenching downpour; not always convenient, like when I was trying to paint my porch Sunday; but sometimes just right: giggly dashes to and from cars; being driven indoors to watch the sky's shifting moods; night, when the world is washed away to black, leaving only traffic lights and shimmering streets and gnarly silhouetted oaks; a sympathetic resonant joy for my plants as they delight in the sub-tropical soaking. Ooh! it's been raining.