Sunday is Holocaust Remembrance day. That Holocaust ended in 1945. Darfur is happening now.
I should be very happy about Karl Rove’s deleted emails and the prosecutors. Rove being the member of the administration I have always disliked the most. But I fear that this government can get away with anything.
The Republican’s going after the Democrats is a lot like OJ explaining who really did it and how.
Since I’m into shameless self-promotion there’s a new fiction post:
Only the most recent post shows on the main page now. The rest are easily found.
Courting’s gone through changes but I haven’t. I still hate April with a passion that could be dedicated to doing something, anything worthy.
My chest’s always congested. My eyes itch and my head hurts. I feel miserable and the joy that knowing summer is around the corner is abated by the deepening knowledge that many of the wonderful activities of summer will be accompanied by rain, thunder and lightening. All of the last three are best viewed indoors, and who wants to be indoors in summer nights?
Weather.com has become an integral part of my life, and do I really want to know that on Friday, April 13 at 6:30 PM it’s 45 degrees feels like 40 degrees?
I no longer know what 45 degrees feels like let alone 45 feels like 40. I think that I used to know. 45 degrees was 45 degrees. Why complicate it with “feels like?”
I wouldn’t really care but I like heat, hot sultry heat when the thunderstorms come pounding down for an hour and then leave, leaving the air more sultry than ever.
It’s hard to care about global warming when I feel so self obsessed, so in touch with my inner mold farm and ability to ferret out mold anywhere.
It’s hard to care about such an amazing ability as the one to smell and feel mold from a block or two away.
It’s not something I can bring up or would to bring up at parties or peoples homes. I have of course I have because April leaves me with little desire, ability or want
Spring is supposed to bring promise, new life, longings, and wonder but I look at the blossoming trees and think one word: allergies.
Only the beach, the sand itself or a boardwalk next to it makes me feel human. I have never tried deserts as they’re not next to oceans and…
I was going to buy tickets to the Tribeca Film, Festival and it felt like such a monumental task as I would have to be on the phone with whoever I was going to go with, and discuss movies, times, days, and anything anybody can think of.
On the other hand both my niece and I recently, separately discovered Metromint water.
My niece has always thought water the coolest drink because she would see cool teenagers drinking it from a bottle when she was a toddler
And while I’m drinking it, and for awhile after, it soothes and serves as some kind of an analgesic.
It costs just a bit more to have it delivered. I have a feeling that I’m going to be drinking this constantly as it makes me hate April a bit less.
Maybe this summer will be filled with blue skies, summer music, free and other outdoor events that won’t be cancelled or threatened to be cancelled by venomous rain.
My niece asked what I write about her. I told her the truth that I barely mention her. Not because I don’t love her or think she’s amusing or…but selfishly I want the pure joy that she brings into my life for me, just me.
She makes me not hate April as much.
I love that she thought she made up a word “technophobic” to describe somebody we both know and love.
I love how expansive her vocabulary is but she can’t spell.
I love the things about her that drive her parents crazy. I won’t say what they are.
Normal things that make parents crazed but give aunts license to love her more.
I love her faith in the world. I love that I can still explain her fears so that they end, or begin to.
I love how much she loves summer. I loved summer that much. Actually this is the first year I’m approaching it with some trepidation.
I so hope that summer is a Beachboys song. I love the music of summer. I love all it promises. Maybe this one will be one I remember with love as I do most summers past.
Great things can happen in summer. If only we remember to let them happen.