It's a brave new world, Jesse.

Still have never experienced an earthquake. Don't think I would be pleased.

DH is out of town until Monday night at a tournament. I have the grand ideas of getting a lot done, but so far today none it actually done. Also #1 son's birthday is this weekend. Not sure what to do about that. Probably take him out to dinner and give him a gift card to Dunkin. He really needs to eat more.

I remember when we on the East Coast experienced an earthquake on the board together in real time.

Yeah, there was an actual palpable earthquake in the Boston area a couple years ago, and I was working in Norwood which has some considerable bedrock foundation, so I didn't get to feel the earth (slightly) move. Foo.

The closest I ever get is being stopped in traffic on top of a small drawbridge near the Museum of Science (a very common route for getting downtown from here in North Camberville) and feeling it rock slightly.

Just not the same.

I also didn't notice that there was another earthquake this morning. Huh.

I was out walking the dog, didn't notice it at all.

Oh, Mary Oliver died.

RIP

"Poppies" by Mary Oliver

The poppies send up their

orange flares; swaying

in the wind, their congregations

are a levitation

of bright dust, of thin

and lacy leaves.

There isn't a place

in this world that doesn't

sooner or later drown

in the indigos of darkness,

but now, for a while,

the roughage

shines like a miracle

as it floats about everything

with its yellow hair.

Of course nothing stops the cold,

black, curving blade

from hooking forward-

of course

loss is a great lesson.

But also I say this: that light

is an invitation

to happiness,

and that happiness,

when it's done right,

is a kind of holiness,

palpable and redemptive.

Inside the bright fields,

touched by their rough and spongy gold,

I am washed and washed

in the river

of earthly delight-

and what are you going to do-

what can you do

about it-

deep, blue night?

replacing our demos that got Blown The Fuck Up by the Bomb Squad

If the game gets developed and is a hit, the bomb squad adventure should become part of its story.

I'm sad about Oliver. Thanks for posting her poems. I lent a volume of her work to a friend recently and now of course I want it back so I can read all those poems. I'll have to be content with her other works on my shelf.

Sorry about headaches and nausea, best of luck to those having testing or other medical encounters, HBD to Laura's elder son, and may the video do its job, David.

I just watched a woman ladle two kinds of soup onto her salad. Like, on top of it. Same bowl. I'm baffled.