Happy birthday javachik and Dylan.

I had super hot awesome tofu for dinner. I ate all the rice and barely left any for the SO because it was so hot.

In my bizarre news about me, this morning I went to church like normal. And then a fit of the insane hit us and we offered our house for free for a month to a family we just met. Ack!

Me, with the issues about people in my house when I leave, finally has my own house where no one has the right to come in while I'm gone, and what do I do? I offer it up myself. But they're this new family at the church, just in town and the guy is looking for work, and they're staying with family but need a place to live.

We just looked at each other, and then hustled off the back to talk about it. But of course, all our assumptions turned out to be wrong (they are unhappy with the family situation, so might not have a place to go after their time is up, they have two younger kids a boy & girl plus the baby, though we thought that they had just the infant and an older girl (who turns out to not be theirs after all, just sitting with them)). So there's still plenty of scary, but we felt like, why do we have this gorgeous house if not to make it useful to people. So they'll turn up Wednesday and look at the place, but I think they're in regardless.

So. Summer tenants. Did I mention, "Ack?"

Tonight's diner: pears stewed in soy milk with brown sugar, honey, cashews,almonds and a tablespoon of wine, goat cheese melted in. Fresh strawberries added at the end, served over waffles.

Xpost with Liese's awesome kind heart.

That sounds delicious, TB.

Is there an equivalent of "earwormed" for when it's a poem and not a song? Because my brain is stuck on "Gunga Din."

That's an extremely generous offer, Liese. I do understand the scary, but I suspect it will all work out fine.

Hil, I don't know if there is a term for it per se, but I always hear the lines in my head rather than seeing them.

eek! There's a totally creepy noise outside. It's probably just a raccoon or something, but it's freaking me out.

When I was a kid I'd pretty regularly convince myself that a noise like that was a bigfoot.

Burrell, I hope its not a bigfoot.

When I was a kid a babysitter let my brother and I watch a bigfoot special on TV. My parents had to deal with many new fears.

Because of the rain, there's a tiny layer of clay-ey mud on a small patch of the patio. Yesterday I checked it for prints and spotted some that were far too small for cat -- I'm thinking skunk. Need to check online for an identification guide.

And yesterday was the first time I can remember seeing a turkey buzzard over Somerville!