Hey, happy birthday, Steph!
I am now in NM, having safely accompanied my nephew, my first experience flying solo with a kid. OMG, he talks. And talks. And talks. And is experimenting with the whole hyperbole thing, which apparently Aunt Sara has little patience for, though I think I'm still being pretty cool about it, but I don't play.
Difference between 95 in B'ham and 99 in LC is AMAZING. I mean, I've always known and lamented it, but dry heat really is so much more dealable. And I find it funny mom thinks the house is warm. Uh, no, no it is not.
I think I need to mainline salad and fruit the rest of the trip. I swear, I know my eating habits have changed a lot, but this has really been driven home. It's not that the food isn't good and pretty healthy, I just find it so heavy.
Mom's got an old laptop I'm gonna bum while I am here. Doesn't seem to hold a charge, but not a big deal. However, not having the 2 fingered scroll is making me CRAXY.
So far 2 of the 4 cats have approached me. Other two think I'm the devil, but since they love the room I am staying in, think they'll get over it.
Now to see if I can get in at least ONE lapswim. Just one. All I ask. I'll even wake up early.
Yay, NM! I wave in your general closer direction! I love me a good dry heat. That`s the thing I`m looking forward to least about heading back to the midwest. I cannot deal with the humidity. And it`s going to be the first thing back, at the festival.
Honestly, I'm able to cope with it (or rather, find ways to, like moving sparingly) but acclimating from dry to wet is just hard.
I think the other way is hard too, though. When I'm in wet, my skin and hair are so much happier and it's so much easier to breath (believe it or not!) God bless humidification (says the girl who is slated to go to Palm Springs on Friday).
and every time I yell, "I don't care if it rhymes! It's WRONG!" but Bono does not listen to me.
Oh Zenkitty, Bono does not listen to
anybody.
He starts to sing to himself: "'In this ever changing world...' It's funny. There's too many 'ins.' I'm not sure. I'd have to have actually look. I don't think about the lyric when I sing it. I think it's 'in which we're living.' 'In which we're living.' Or it could be 'in which we live in.' And that's kind of, sort of, wronger but cuter. That's kind of interesting. 'In which we live in.' In which we live in! I think it's 'In which we're living.'"
We're going to need a lot more weed...
Happy Birthday, la Tep!
I'm just waiting for the blackberries in my backyard to be ripe. I like being able to walk out and pick a bowl of blackberries.
Mine are just now blossoming. Actually I saw blossoms starting last week. But still, it feels late.
NOW you're glad for all the fucking plants, aren't you?
