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Why isn't frightening spelled like lightning?

Giraffes are my favorite wild animal, elephants being a close second. I'm also rather fond of the large land tortoises.






Sometimes I think I'm too sensitive for my own good. When my friends grieve, I grieve.


We've had a couple of days of rain. The rest of the Fay system seems to be slowly passing over us. The rain is good, we desperately need it. Humidity is high, the days are damp and heavy. It feels very tropical. Temperatures are a good 10 degrees lower than they have been, with highs in the mid 80s and little or no sun. Except for the humidity, it would be almost comfortable.

But my indicator tells me summer is not over. The water coming from the cold water tap is still tepid, not cold. This is yet another thing I don't like about The South.

No, I still haven't applied to Lander U. for spring semester.



This evening I watched The Women for the first time. I can certainly understand why it is a gay classic! If ever you want a lesson on how to be a catty bitch, this movie will show you how.



Superman has another case of shingles. By that I don't mean he has a box of roofing material. Have I mentioned his shingles episodes before? The poor dear has been suffering shingles outbreaks for years now, usually when he is under stress and over tired. This time it is manifesting as pain along his right side from just above the knee to the armpit. It hurts to touch it. It hurts to not touch, it, too. He saw the doctor today and got a prescription for Valtrex. He gets so tired when he has a shingles episode. I think the pain wears him out.


I had another chance to feel old today. I was waiting at the pharmacy for a prescription to be filled. As I sat in their uncomfortable chair a fairly sexy bear came in to pick up his meds. He wore baggy cargo shorts and an unremarkable t-shirt. He didn't seem particularly tall, but wasn't short. He was packing a few extra pounds, not much, enough to make him snuggly. He had a scruffy beard that looked like the work of maybe 3 weeks growth, and it was shaped to cover much of his face. He had a small tat in the center of his left calf. I thought he might be in his early to mid 30s. When the pharmacy cashier pulled his meds, she asked him for his birthdate. He answered (number/number)1980.


1980 is the year I graduated high school. 1980 was two years before I met Superman. 1980 was 28 years ago, which seems like a long time. But in 1980 I was 18 years old, certainly old enough to procreate. This young man standing at the pharmacy counter was young enough to be my son. He looked way too old to be my son!


Yesterday would have been my Grandmama's 102nd birthday. She has been dead for about 11 or 12 years now. I miss the old girl.


That is all. Thank you.

a few things

All right, y'all. There is something gross going on in my refrigerator. This sounds like a job for Superman! His sense of smell is somewhat hindered, though not altogether gone, so it won't be quite as bad for him.
Actually, he's already looked for the offending substance and found nothing. S cleared all the old nasty stuff out of it a couple of weeks ago, but obviously something else has turned. I think Twitch said he looked for whatever was smelling the place up and didn't find it. I suspect none of them looked very closely. As bad as it smells, I don't blame them. One of us needs to get in there and do some reconnoitering. But I haven't been to sleep yet so I'm not gonna do it now.

Update on the 'fridge: Superman found it. There was a tray of chicken breasts hidden in one of the drawers. We forgot it was there, so $16 worth of boneless skinless chicken meat went bad. I hate when that happens.

And now I can't remember what the other thing was that I planned to tell you. I'm really tired, that's my excuse.

Oh, right! Check out my little avatar thingy over there. It's a bear drinking coffee. You know, the Java thing. Also, I've been thinking recently about what sort of animal I might be, or be most like. I considered a chicken or some kind of bird. I like birds, and chickens in particular fascinate me. But though I might like chickens, I don't think of myself as one. Superman's other alias is Concolor, which is the species (?) name for a puma. So he's a big cat. Light has been a cat most of her life. One of her first "words" was a purr. The neighbor had a cat and Light, at only 15 months old, loved to play with it. The cat purred very loudly, and that is the noise Light would make when referring to a cat. It was adorable. So she has identified with cats for practically ever.
So I was thinking, and I came up with bear. Here are the qualities I relate to:

• Big


• Grumpy, and able to get away with it most of the time


• Somnolent: they are known to sleep for months at a time


• Omnivorous: they don't know from food groups!


• Protective: you know their reputation for protecting their young

And here's the thing about a mama bear. If her cubs are irritating her, she'll cuff 'em good. But if she thinks they are threatened, woe betide the fool who's doing the threatening! I get like that on both accounts. I can be bitchy to my kids when they need it. But I have a strong protective urge. If anyone I care about, be he child o' mine or anybody else I have in my heart, is in a situation I feel is perilous I will stand up big and strong and make a mighty roar in defense.

So this avatar is a bear drinking coffee. It isn't the kind of bear I consider myself to be. My image of my bear-self is more like this. But it is difficult to find an image on Google/images of a big bad bear like this sitting in a club chair enjoying a good cup of steaming joe. You know?