I have no A/C. I'm tempted to go hang out in the stairwell of my building for a while, since it's always cool there...I have the fan blowing on me, but since my living room gets soooo much afternoon sun, even with the shades drawn, it's just not gonna cool down much in here.

But I just looked at my weather widget, and it says it's only supposed to get to 79 here tomorrow. Thank god.

My widget tells lies and I cannot trust it. Which is annoying. But ooooooooh, thunderstorms are a good way to break this heat. Sticky but significantly cooler.

The stairwell sounds like a good idea, meara.

Ooo, I'm so jealous. I miss thunderstorms like whoa.

My weather widget is always off by at least 5 degrees. Always.

Holy crap, that was amazing ice cream.

Two pints of strawberries, and because it was an eggless ice cream, nothing was cooked, so it was just fresh and delicious.

We fed 10 people ice cream and still had some left over.

Timelies-morning, Buffistas.

Sue, I'm in awe and almost tearing with your (grammar?) stalwart (not sure it's the right word either) and love to Pico. You are lucky to have each other, and I'm sending a lot of love.

ION, am I the only Buffista almost without interesting dreams? Seriously, I'm not excited about going to bed to see what my dreams (if I'll remember them) will be like. They're flat, or putting me in uncomfortable position (I don't like conformations, and in my dreams I'm often in one, or need to juggling between people's wants and needs).

For some reason one of my hot weather foods is chili - bean chili flavored with just a little meat.Tonight's was black bean bison chili: black beans (dry beans soaked overnight, not canned) bargain bison, onions, chili powder, garlic, salt, pepper, and a little jack cheese crumbled in. Not traditional in any tradition I know but good.

I rarely remember my dreams, Shir, so I have not idea if they are interesting or not.

WOOT! I finished the zabuton for the baby. This is the sides up picture. It fits into his play pen relatively well (the bumpers aren't fab, but they don't suck either). So cool! It's a little messy and there are some mistakes, but given that I made it without measuring and without a muslin and without a pattern, I did okay.

I have been up for 2 hours and 50 minutes. Parents were taken to the airport, and I'm now showered and dressed, drinking coffee and doing a load of laundry.

All this productivity before 9 am may do me in.

I can't go into work early because a) cat and b) need to drop off lease.

Best quote from my mom this week: "Well, some of us come when the teakettle whistles." t dead silence " I didn't mean THAT!!"

My family. They drove me a little batty at times, and lord knows I snapped at dad one too many times (always makes me feel like I am kicking a puppy) but I don't really need to complain. It was all petty stuff, and mostly me going ACK over dealing with others. Like when my parents thought *I* was lost in Fells Point and dad went looking for me and nearly got lost. Um, no. It's funny now, but boy was I irritated at the time.

I have many choices for dinner tonight: left over bul gogi, hummus and curry nan and english cukes, strawberry shortcake or fairly good storebought coleslaw.

We celebrated my birthday early last night (they'd wanted to be here for it, but it wasn't to be) and I got a lovely platter of my favorite pottery, a small piece of gorgeous acoma pottery, a pair of mother of pearl (or abalone?) long earrings and a green chile and chicken stew mix. YUM. They left 2 more packages to be opened on the actual date.

And, as per usual, my mother snuck money into my wallet and then told me at the aiport to check a box in my bedroom. More cash. I swear, I could be a multimillionaire, and they'd still sneak money to me when they visited. She's also planning on sending me a large check to help out with "a down payment" which I keep insisting is not necessary, but I think it is a losing battle.

And my lamp works now. Heh.

20 more minutes before I can get my laundry.