blast this heat wave! i suppose it will be for the good in the long run--causing the last seeds to germinate and whatnot. but damn it's hot. hot hot hot. we filled up the "yard tub"--a big galvanized stock tank shaped like a giant pill. the dexatrim of pools. it's so nice. after i do some yard work i go and sit in it for a few minutes. the water is nice and cool. cold, even, the first couple of days after you fill it up. i'm working on figuring out how to attach a hose to it so i can water the garden when it comes time to clean and refill it. i also sit in it after dinner. beer and smoke time. all alone with the water, staring up at the canopy of the oaks above me, against the blueblue sky. if i put my head under the water i can't hear anything (like the hideous screaming of the neighbor kids abusing each other for a scrap of attention from their mom). it's instantly refreshing and temperature reducing. i have a fantasy of surrounding it with whiskey barrels of things that grow tall and flower...passionflower, honeysuckle, bamboo...so i'm free from prying eyes and can feel all jungly and luxurious. the tub is big enough to hold two adults facing each other, and if it's just one adult you can glide a few feet in the water, back and forth back and forth. so nice.
stay hydrated. enjoy the sun and the heat. bust out your sunscreen if you use it. crack open a beer after a long, hot day and feel satisfied with yourself and whatever it is you accomplished. grill a meal and love eating it outside. take care of yourself, your plants and pets, and everyone around you. feel the love and show it to everyone.
oh yes--and drop off your ballots!
today i am grateful for:
love
wholeness
generosity
miracles
faith
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an excerpt from a work-in-progress
they ate breakfast together: an omlettle he made filled with spinach and cream cheese and tomatoes and a bagel they split with salmon and more of the cream cheese and some capers she went back to the fridge for. they amused themselves discussing what capers are and how they came to be in jars at upscale markets for them to buy and eat on bagels with salmon. he liked to think they came from the sea somehow, and she assured him they were really little berries of some sort of fragrant bush. she fished the capers out of the tall jar as they talked and ate more than usual, something about their brininess described a hunger for her that she didn’t know she had, and then filled it. they drank steaming mugs of rich coffee with cream (and two sugars in his). she loaded the dishwasher and wiped off the counter while he cleaned the coffeegrounds and little spills from the coffee pot. the sun shone cleanly into their white kitchen and onto their bodies as they moved about their tasks and then they kissed one another and left for work, him to an office in town and her upstairs to her office where she worked as a freelance ad designer. it was a perfect morning. it was the perfect morning.
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