I went out for lunch and shopping, and I was home by 2:00. Which is good, because by 3:00 the sky had opened up, and a creek that is usually a mostly dry drainage ditch decided to channel the pre-dam Nile, covering the driveway between the parking lot and the road in rushing water, flooding the well named flood plain, and climbing the slope behind my apartment building until it was about two feet from my compost bin. Which is fine, except for the part where my bin is three feet from my bedroom wall.

The water went down again quickly. Still, it was exciting while it was happening.

On radar, it looks like central NC is getting whomped.

ita !, I haven't, but my mother picked up two pieces from Goodwill that were done on dried gourds, and they are simply stunning. (One was actually carved into the gourd). Just lots of nonsense doodles and shapes, but so intricate that from a distance it looked like some Aztec mural.

Did not explode into flames during the photo shoot! Did not end up with heat stroke! Victory!

Of course, now I'm at home in nothing but my bloomers and bra, nomming chips and tomatillo salsa. That helps, too.

Did not explode into flames during the photo shoot! Did not end up with heat stroke! Victory!

Yay!

If I wanted to find lightweight cotton bloomers or bloomer-ishs, where would I start looking? Summer decries that some days even the lightest yoga pants are not really inside pants.

If I wanted to find lightweight cotton bloomers or bloomer-ishs, where would I start looking? Summer decries that some days even the lightest yoga pants are not really inside pants.

Etsy, mostly. Ooh, or Recollections!

Hello natter! I'm on my way home from Colorado, back to interviews and the looming BART strike.

...can't I stay unemployed?

Dad seems to be having a good time, and my nephews are adorable. Also, my brother tried to kill me this morning with a nine mile mountain bike ride...

I imagine a Jilli-explosion would involve bats, glitter and sparkler sparks.

So my neighbor is hanging pictures or something on our shared wall. Which, given the brick&plaster walls, basically sounds like someone is hammering in my house. Loki The Ever Vigilant is greatly concerned and insists on staring at the wall in question, from right opposite the activity. He's remarkably accurate at pinpointing the location. Up and down the stairs. Now up...

Heh. My sister and her very crafty BFF offered yesterday to (let me pay them to) HGTV my condo. Which I am totally on board with. But the conversation alone got me energized enough to do some serious dejunking and a fair bit of rearranging today.

Oof, just got an email from my cousin who lost his dad last week. He's doing ok,just had remembered a summer where we'd laughed until we'd peed ourselves (no, we did. I remember that we were not embarrassed, it just made us laugh harder. There were 5 or 6 of us), reaching out, as we're spread across this continent.

He's hurting (duh) and it sucks, but I'm glad he got in touch. Even though he's a horrible randomramblerrunon. I can parse it. One of the things I loved about his dad, my Uncle Frank, was that his emails were as run-on in topic as mine. So with Joey, I don't get the same formal grammar and complete sentences, but he will put up with my runonthoughts and I'll put up with his runonsentences.