The last day Athens GA had a high in the 70s was May 30 (79.2). Wah.

It's so frustrating. Both my kids had 20-15 eyesight, H does too, correctable, though his unaided eyesight is much worse than mine. Mine isn't correctable to 20-20, so in the car, I'm sussing out highway signs by intuition and the shape of words--which can be hysterical when I intuit "Pizza" for "Plaza", for example--while H is actually reading them.

The only place I heard that was on Seinfeld.

Eh, sitcom joke, art history theory - potato, potahto...

He still wants All The Things, but he's getting better at taking a minute and stepping back, thinking through his OMGWANT impulse

With my kids it was teaching them to separate want from need. I remember going through a time with Kelly were she wasn't allowed to say "want" at all. She found other ways, of course. "Oh mommy, look at that pretty widgit. Isn't it a useful widgit? Weren't you saying recently that a widgit like that would make your life easier?" Crafty kids.

The only place I heard that was on Seinfeld.

I'd heard it before then. ISTR a series of paintings of lilies that illustrate how eyesight typically deteriorates with cataracts. I think that was Monet.

July and August in Georgia are so much like January and February in Maine (where I grew up) that it's funny. I am so tired of being inside!

I swear I get SAD during summers like these, because I can't spend more than 15 minutes outside at a time. It's very frustrating to the dog, whose philosophy is "inside bad, outside good."

On the list of things that suck when you live alone: moving mattresses. There was some dry rot around one of the bed rail attachments and a piece of wood broke off, causing a late-night rearrangement of sleeping arrangements and bits of Thurber's "The Night the Bed Fell" wandering through my brain all day.

I got my skates today. They fit and are fun! I've skated around the driveway.

I also talked to a reporter from the local paper about the derby.

Pardon me while I go all me me me here, but, anyone have any advice about how to make someone (whom I hired) stop being a brown-nosing little psycophant? I am just a total rage bomb right now, and I cannot seem to get it through his head to just back the fuck off. Today I actually had to say, "Whether or not I smile is on me, not you. You don't have that power or responsibility." Totally hurt his feelings, yet I totally don't care. He needs to stop. Problem is, he just annoys no matter what, but I have to find a way to work through it. Anyone been in a similar situation? I am at my wit's end. And a rage bomb.

Congrats on the skates!

With my kids it was teaching them to separate want from need.

Sadly, many adults seem to never have learned this.